Skin

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Skin

I’m not something for you to cut
I’m not something for you to mark
I protect your internal

But why, you don’t protect me

Why do you cut me, why do you hate me
Did  I do something wrong
How do I make it right

I just want you to like me
To stop hurting me, I’m slowly dying
I’m not paper so please don’t cut me
Please don’t hurt me

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