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Long, since you called for help.

Why don't you love yourself?

I'll consume your burdens. I can stand the cuts, deep.

Salted wounds in my cuff-

So you won't need to.

What can please you?

Then after all, blessed with the crisp song. But-

Letting it lag. Drugged and unsaid.

Shattered glass upon your tongue-

Shards drenched in red and words unsung.

I'd rather trip than watch him fall.

But I sleep alone.