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A grave sight,
her Grotesquely Mutilated Body...
Oh What A grave sight.
she Pulled her Hair Out
she Cut her Skin Open
she Dug Needles Through her Flesh
she
Killed herself...
a Gravesite,
His body is beautiful...
He's a Gravesite,
His hair is all gone
His skin is painted with scars
He is adorned with delicate jewelry
He
made Himself...
a grave sight.
they killed Her,
and abandoned Him.
My life is Mine
not theirs or Hers
and He is I
I
am a gravesite.