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Dec 2018
My back is barely a canvas
as my blood drips between my shoulder blades
creating a destructive masterpiece
from allowing the cuts to be visually stimulating
rather than attempting to treat them
with the love and respect
that they deserve.
Amanda
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Amanda  30/MA
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       Anastasia, Kiki, ---, Moonlight and Perry
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