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i see the shine of silver,
an old friend of mine.
it's here to support me
when those i once cared about won't.
it decorates my skin with beautiful red and white patterns,
and makes me feel far happier than they ever could.
they cry to me, 'please stop, you're ruining your beauty,'
and i want to look at them, and tell them that i never had any beauty, that i can't ruin what i never had.
when they all turn on me,
i can turn away,
because i know i have support in that familiar shine of silver.
i have to hide evidence of what we've done together,
because i fear what would happen if they knew.
it hurts me, it hurts me so bad,
but i smile, because i deserve to feel like this.
if they're willing to replace me so fast, so easily,
then i'm willing to replace them with nothing more than metal.
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