I, know. I know how hard I must now press this needle into my skin. Some say, skin like paper. I must unfortunately correct them. No, it's skin like walls, I must tear it down to reveal my hard veins.
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I, know. I know how hard I must now press this needle into my skin. Some say, skin like paper. I must unfortunately correct them. No, it's skin like walls, I must tear it down to reveal my hard veins.