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TW: SA

I hope you regret it
touching my skin
making me scream
I hope you see me
in your nightmares
because you are still
in mine
you never let go
I am always in the bed
naked
my skin shining
in the dark
body losing its innocence
I can never wash away
your fingers
I was your midnight meal
and you were my creator
you were supposed to
teach me how to live
but I only learned how to die
you cannot touch me now
but you will always be there
when someone gets too close

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