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Feb 2021
I feel phantom hands
touch my skin
I try so hard to remind myself
no one is there
but in an empty room
I fear for my body
.
You got away - I got the scars.
Keep fighting girls and boys. It has to get better one day.
Written by
Hannah thomas
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