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Your tongue is sharper than a new katana inflicting wounds every time you speak dripping venom all the time in order to maximise the damage caused Your eyes are like tiny daggers piercing all with their gaze always appearing to search for something not too much gets past them Your heart is a barren waste land toxic and uninhabitable no love has ever been received nor has it ever been given You demand respect but fail to give any and yet you wonder why surely if you could love yourself others may come to also