Put me down a little more, I'll just cut deeper. Laugh in my face and stab me with daggers, I live for the pain. I'll sink my head a little lower, let the tears trickle down my cheeks, but I'll get used to it. The lower I bend the closer I get to breaking, but still lower I go. The numbness filling the stress fractures, now you'll have to turn up the heat. My immunity is building ever further still. Let's make it a game. At least I can bring you some pleasure, my sorrow your joyfully high. Keep it up, one of these days you'll be satisfied, because I'll finally be finished. I'll sink into the ground, my soul and flame extinguished. Because you see everything dies.
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