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i’ve got racing stripes               war paint               scars                         painted on my body.   they don’t wipe away 
  you always knew  that i was scared of small spaces.  you act like you don’t remember  but you do i know you remember. 
i will  dig myself out  of this grave  you made for me.  i will dig up  my very own bones  my very own shreds 
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