Oh how you laugh and think I'm simple. And quiet. And unknowing. And harmless.
Now how would you laugh if you knew each word, each action you have ever spat at me is buried in my skin, and that they will morph into wicked blades to shred these venomous ties? I am not simple. I know what you've done. 
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