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 Aug 2017 kathryn anne
rose
I remember those
pockets of time
We found to make littleĀ adventures in
When
Beautiful mistakes
And memories
Were made
:)
 Jul 2017 kathryn anne
ac
why are we like this
spilling words onto paper
in dark lit rooms
with doors closed
heartbreak playing
like a record
and my heart
is the record player
the scratches make me vintage
 Jun 2017 kathryn anne
rose
dull
 Jun 2017 kathryn anne
rose
What a dull day
Completely unworthy
Of a poem
;)
I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I didn't mean to.
I drew blood.

I read online
When I was probably just 14 or 15 years old
That most people don't stop until their 20's
And it scared me
But I thought
"No, I'll stop right now"

But I didn't.
I couldn't.

I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I didn't mean to.
I drew blood.

And now that I'm older
It hurts more to try to hide it
And now that I have people that care about me
Often times they don't understand why this part of my life is still relevant
And all I can say to make them understand is

I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I just had to.
I drew blood.
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