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I loathe this plane,

this state of me.

Cut out my eyes,

so I can’t see.

I detest this insecurity.

Slip away, weak.

Cut out my tongue,

so I can’t speak.

I despise this anger;

slowly boils and seethes.

Cut out my throat,

so I can’t breath.

I hate this pain.

The unfulfilled needs.

Cut out my heart,

so I can’t bleed.

I can’t stand this life.

It’s over, done deal.

Cut open my veins,

so I won’t have to feel.