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People haven't ever looked the same to me since what you did.
I can never see the kindest souls for what they are, instead only the potential outcomes of hurt they may inflict on me.
How being poked and prodded in my past has perpetually made me cautious of the love I give out to any person.
Any emotion I have will be used as the needles stuck back in me and sucking any humanity I have left.
This is what you made me and I still have the scars.
Your experiment on me succeeded,
you made me the undone human.
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Angel Adagio
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