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tell me

you said i was hurting you

for how i made,

and yes i must've made,

your fingers cramp

when your nails gripped my skin.

you said the blood on your hands was yours

but we both knew better.

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Published: Dec 13, 2017
LinesWords: 738

Notes: the loss of self
Tags: #abusive #relationship

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