Why don’t you cut another part of me off?
Come on, rip me up.
There’s a lot of me left, right?
Get your piece.
Don’t ask if I need help.
If I’m tired.
If I’d like support.
Just get your piece.
Tear me up.
Slash me.
Tatter me.
Take everything you need.
Complain I wasn’t enough.
Crumble what’s left.
And then ask yourself:
where has she gone?
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