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 Shes packed resentment take it

      take it away - the voices grumbling in her head and pain

                                                                                                                      a knife up down in out a voice winding in her gut

(and she's so sick with                               pridetment take it 

take it away - the voices grumb

, that repeats itself endlessly, infinitely, she won't                                                            pick up, she won't call                  ) (she's sick sick sick infinite involute to her selfsick)

take it away take it away its not her her actual her but the prisoner the captive , but the pain the reign

the captive to her chain, her signifier chained

                                                                        of repetition its ceaseless knife that stabs and stabs

up gain rooting up again anger and rage murder in the solar

plexus

mockery and laughter laughing at her humiliated grabs

her each moment tearing it out knife wound bruise of death

taking her breath leaving her nothing nowhere to go her pride (her pride, which is sick, pride that is sick. And power)

hurt buckled down and under  glad

not speaking

there tonight

come back to this later with its bastards and bitches

the nightmares of head my head wound

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it's sad

to be dead

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dead as she

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