WHY DID YOU?

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Why did you stab me?

Blood flowed out of me,
In a puddle,
On the ground.

Merciless.

You.

Harsh words scarred my skin.
Burning.
The smell of flesh.
Sizzling.
Every time you spoke.

Why did you do that?

No peace until I was home.
Curled up on the floor.
I was alone.
There wasn't another door.

Even in the mirror.
I saw your merciless marks.
Graffiti.
That only I could see.

Why did you hurt me?

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