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I’m sorry for all I do to you Cut Scratch Burn I rip you apart the way I do in my mind I am insecure about you I hate you All I see in the mirror Is the ways you fail me The ways I am flawed They say your body is a temple But you must be ruins And I am the earthquake that made you this way
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
To My Body
I’m sorry for all I do to you Cut Scratch Burn I rip you apart the way I do in my mind I am insecure about you I hate you All I see in the mirror Is the ways you fail me The ways I am flawed They say your body is a temple But you must be ruins And I am the earthquake that made you this way
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WhoaACake
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WhoaACake
19/F/Kentucky
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
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