Tearing my insides open

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Stitches
Tearing me open at the seams
I'll need stitches
Running down my neck
I'll need stitches
Blood
Need stitches
Coated in rot
Stitches
Smell of decay
Death
Running me over
Running me dry
Stitches. I need them.
Don't you hear?

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