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Flesh Wound

I'm going to tear my skin apart And I'm going to spill my guts, The world will know how vulnerable I am, Then they'll break my bones, Maybe they'll feed me to the coyotes "What a shame!" "Such a loss!" They'll scream, They'll yell about everything I could've conquered, while they're pinning my flesh down, for all my worse scars to go on display Oh society, do me a favor, and kill the standards.
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21 / F / American
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whoareyou
21 / F / American
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Dec 20, 2014
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#loss#society#shame#skin#vulnerable#favor#standards#spill#guts#coyotes
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