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Bruises on my skin, bruises on my eyes.

I don't think you've

learned, not one bit.

Look at this wreck

I have become.

Relinquish your

vice like grip from

around my throat.

****** my **** raw.

Blood from my

**** drops into

the toilet in which

my reflection lies.

Bruises on my skin.

Bruises on my eyes.

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Published: Mar 21, 2013
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