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I am trying to cover my sadness with words. Tape them against my scars & wear them like worthy paper cuts.  My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing wounds of my own making. Sometimes, I wish I could hide behind them forever. But not even this journeyed flesh can stand castle strong against speechless ink stains. I know the code.  This body does not deserve a warriors death.  & poetry, you're a monster— a creative monster, but evil nonetheless. I wish to string you into knots, force feed you down the throats of others.  De-format you & leave you empty; freeversed- to hang loosely along the heartstrings of strangers