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Incisively I bleed buckets in close quarters
I am attacked sometmes with punctures, profusely shedding in open view
Other times I'm hit with trauma, injuries unbeknownst to you
Piercing pain securely hidden in the confines of the skin
Anxious tremors behind curtains, catastrophe within
Though I am stoic stone upon the surface, black and cold as coal
Inside I am a diamond smothered, buried in the hole
All this bleeding from within seems to spew and have no
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