Hang your toes on the line.
Fingers on the window ledge.
Scramble your mind,
So it races, against you,
Faster as you take yourself apart.
Lay it bare for all to see.
As you have done to me.
Create, from yourself, new angles of
Pain.
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Powerful write about the pain inflicted on you, this poem Create is a release of your pain!