Your temple

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Things get overwhelming
you feel like there's no escape
But wait
there's one

You create marks on your beautiful body
your temple
there's no other body like yours
but that won't stop you

Death is so close you can practically shake its hand
invite it
but you don't

It's a release
something you have control over
One day you'll realise your body,
your temple
Doesn't want to be hurt anymore

And you'll stop.

I have no idea if this is any good. All feedback is welcome :)

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