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Oct 2020
My throat is numb,
I don’t feel the barbwire in my esophagus

My feet are purple,
I’m dangling them with an anchor

My wrists swollen,
fingers about to fall from restriction

My face bloated,
from every love bite.

Lips, still red
always smiling
Jasmine Reid
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Jasmine Reid  19/F/Australia
(19/F/Australia)   
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