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the truth is |
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i love it. |
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it's mostly
outwardly |
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invisible
now and |
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i love it. |
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| Warped |
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Masochistic |
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Martyrdom |
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| Yet, i
cannot deny — i love it |
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love it, how they all react to me; |
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react to my own body and |
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| we are all
reacting to the absurd now that |
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| surgery has
become my erotic friend because he makes me look strong. |
| each sting
of his needle makes their eyes |
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grow wet
for me |
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while mine
stay dry and bright when scalpels |
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kiss my skin |
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skin cancer
makes me a hero |
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chemotherapy drugs make me a Greek goddess |
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arthritic deformities make me a
Vietnam Veteran |
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and pain
makes them worship |
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my endless
smiling freakazoid cheer |
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it's mostly invisible now —
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what |
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you |
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can't see is what makes
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me |
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smile. |
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if i never said a word they'd
never know |
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so i must want them to. |
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i tell them all,
everything, each new savage set of medical teeth |
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sunk into me |
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just look brave |
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or beautiful |
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or fearless |
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the truth is, I love it — |
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not the everlasting hateful pound
and itch |
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but the way it gets them all to
scratch |
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my heart for me. |
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