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To My Carcass Congealed

I am riddled from head to toe
But not with what you may think
For I am riddled with neither bullets or riddles
But from a thing that pushes me to the brink
Of a place my mind forgot
Very long ago
A place once used to taunt
My oldest enemies and foes
So here I am
Riddled from head to toe
With a diverse assortment
Of words said to me long ago
The wounds have healed
But the knives still remain
To my carcass congealed
As a reminder of that awful pain
The world does not see it
That is alright, for I know
For in the mirror I see
Those weapons from long ago

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