#2393

Sledgehammer words break through
the sheet of normality I constructed around myself.
How do you pierce my flesh with one remark?
Yet again, I must bury the versions of me you dislike.
How much more must I reinvent myself to please you?

I am running out of traits to edit.
My personality is exhausted
from twisting itself into something I do not recognize.

Must I die a thousand deaths before you love me?

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