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May 2015
the scars on my wrist, they never lasted
it's as if they knew they were vulnerable

yet every little line of hate is visible on my thigh
it's as if they knew they were a well kept secret
Written by
aurora  26/Pittsburgh, PA
(26/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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