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the scars on my wrist, they never lasted it's as if they knew they were vulnerable yet every little line of hate is visible on my thigh it's as if they knew they were a well kept secret
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
funny how that works
the scars on my wrist, they never lasted it's as if they knew they were vulnerable yet every little line of hate is visible on my thigh it's as if they knew they were a well kept secret
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
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