I could say "Make me bleed," but
I'd rather you do it voluntarily.
Bruise me,
Scratch me,
Bite me.
I have to say nothing,
Slash me open inside
And I'm happy again,
All bled out.
I have no energy to resist,
So I smile.
I'll get you next time, I think,
As I rest my head on your chest.
I never knew the glory of pain,
For I am inglorious.
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