Cut me into little pieces, and make me feel each slice.
Tear up my body
But I'm not even here.
Not real enough to feel the pain of soul
I became immune
To all that you fear.
Break me, remake me, notice that I don't care.
For everything you've done
I've already cried.
And when you're alone with the shards of me
You'll know when you'd started
I'd already died.
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