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i. If wounds heal so easily, if they don’t scar nor hurt, I would let you stab me countless times.
ii. I’d let you break me every day if it would make you stay. But, love, in our universe, my body is more than a slaughterhouse. I won’t tolerate pain just to fill an empty room in my chest. I won’t allow you to kill me with your insecurities. I’d deny you the power to hold my hand if you planned on cutting it as soon as you felt breaking apart.
iii. Love, when I walked you to the softest part of my body, I knew you learned how I bleed even when you kiss me.
iv. Your words are becoming knife to my ears. How I wish they don’t cut your throat every time you speak.