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Flipping soaked

She hemorrhages pain.
It splashes alive into my soul,
Running in through my ears and brain,
Please God make it stop

Or make my soul less porous
So that I could swim through the world
Unfazed, a potent paragon
Of bold, sunny, cold perfection

If it would be a bad swap,
If empathy is such rich gold
And I should ache till I am old,
Then show me how to soldier on

But you should know this;
I hate it.

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