The monster that I am is revealed
To you.
To the World I am naked.
I have stripped myself of scars, of skin, of emotion, of self...of life.
I am hollow.
So no one can love me.
But you,
You see into me.
You see what I am.
What I was.
And you still want me.
And you take me, hold me, adore me.
For all that I am
And all that I was
And for that, I can only be one thing...
Grateful.
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