take your fist and grind me down

take a little off here and a little off there

take your fist and pound me down

down to where you want me

shape me into what you need,

mold me as you see fit

it hurts me,

but I won't tell

put your fist in my mouth as I begin to cry

take your knife and slit my throat,

I will then, begin to die

don't panic as my blood rushes out of my cut

fix the cut with super glue

you said I wasen't worth much

see me to my grave for the super glue didn't work

go home

the next day will be just like any other day

go to my room, look through my things, then out of the corner of your eye you see something move,

turn around

there I am




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this was really good

Chana Fuller