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i have this soap bar
i grab a kitchen knife and i cut.
it reminds me of you. i pour my anger and thoughts and mental exhaustion into the soap
and the bar of soap hurt me a lot
but i still ended up loving it.
and then you appear as an onion
you make me cry, die inside
yet i'm still here
i'm still pushing through
but i'm slowly losing my grasp of my humanity

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