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Mar 2015
The lines curve
like scissors,
like a paper doll
with dotted lines
and you're playing connect the dots

so you're     [  outside the box   ]
And now nobody can hear you
in this Space

Now you are cutting lines
carving gardens in your arms
hoping
coping
that these are just scars
Maybe I'm just tired and everything recent is complete garbage, but I'm so lost without feedback. Genuinely.
Mosaic
Written by
Mosaic  United States
(United States)   
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       Mosaic and Kai
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