harmful
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It is extremely difficult to break you open.
Prying, peeling, pulling, plastic parts.
Where to do it.
You eagerly tear at my stockings.
'Tis a Lethean shore
Written upon a writhing worm ---
A half-winged bedight seraph of yore
Coos, in a butterfly's term,
Amidst a nebulous crowd, hearing
I hold my words silently, but you've no idea how much I want to blast them within your ears,-
Through all of the tears and hatered;
Through all of the scars and hurtful words;
I've never met someone who seemed so sure.
I let you in and told you my secrets.
But day by day things kept getting worse.
Some secrets are best kept quiet
But I can hear the lies through the silence
You make eye contact with me while pushing away
Your eyes darken as you press me to say, "Oh darling, I love you, I swear it to be true!"
