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Do I give up my fingerprints in spite trying to wash my hands of you?
You'd be happy if they were scraped raw.
Can't put myself together at all.
Every day is a struggle trying to unlearn the traits you've embedded.
And you'd prefer it best if you could chalk up my identity to jealousy.
But you begged god for Mercy, just to find that she is me.
You'll be calling me an artist by the way I draw blood.
