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He had 4 faces and I loved them all
It gave me a long way to fall
I’m starting to think life is just a sharpening
A tearing away
A revelation of searing reality and raw flesh underneath
We carry pain in our arms like school books
Our curriculum
This time I don’t think I’m a pleasure to have in class 
Little girl, too fragile for this world
Too heavy to hold still
He showed me I was hard to love
Told me I was a drug
On good days I don’t believe him anymore
Love is both the burn and the salve