i marinated myself
in words of self hate
i blindly garnished words
that stung like lemon juice
into the wounds you created
day by day i grinded them in
that when the time came
to confront my inner demons
i was unrecognisable
a complete fraud
of what I once was
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Tiny Little Strings
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fraud
i marinated myself
in words of self hate
i blindly garnished words
that stung like lemon juice
into the wounds you created
day by day i grinded them in
that when the time came
to confront my inner demons
i was unrecognisable
a complete fraud
of what I once was