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splitting hairs on the nanoseconds of space
somehow locked into an embrace of disgust
who are you, and why am i here
what have you done -- you have taken something dear
you laugh and wrestle with my resistance to you
i awake to find something different and changed
forever branded with a mark of shame
you can have it, it's sick -- i never asked for this
i could die in the shame and filthiness

did it have to be in a cemetery at the age of twenty three
i thought you were a friend, good god you are married
what has happened here - don't lie to me now
wipe that ugly smerck off of your brow
i never asked for this
you took what wasn't yours
now you all laugh in my face
to you, just another notch on your arm
to me, utter disgrace