patchwork child
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    your own hands

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    it never really goes away
    it grabs hold of you
    seeps into your skin
    soiling every win
    it's part of you
    and it gives the best hugs
    it's there at the highs and lows
    it sees you and knows
    it obsesses over you
    and you over it
    it's so savagely stunning
    leashing you with cunning
    it watches you sleep
    watches you breathe
    with a loving, murderous gaze
    that puts you in a daze
    it's a disease
    an addiction
    it's the blade, the flame, the brands
    it's your own hands
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