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Is this satisfactory
Or will you ring my blood with envy
Carve your work until I'm empty
Break your tools on my skin
Capture my neck in your hands
Squeeze the air out of my lungs
Torture me with no end
And blame me for all the wrongs
I keep asking you for answers
But all you ever do is remain as my reflection
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