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Oct 2021
what is it
about me
that makes people
want to hurt me?
can they smell the blood
like a pack of sharks?
no matter how many times
i sew myself back together
my wounds still weep and wail
"easy prey."
docile as a puppy,
weaker than a fawn,
stupid as a child.
misha
Written by
misha  23/F/under the sea
(23/F/under the sea)   
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