Tore.

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You tear my flesh.
You let it out.
Your my drug.
Your my addiction.

Just a cut here.
Just a cut there.
Why isn't anyone noticing?
Why do they not care?

It's like I'm invisible.
My feelings they don't bare.
When it's my neck around a rope.
They suddenly care.

But when it's all over,
I know who actually cared.
It was the blade that cut through me
The only friend I could bare.

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