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Jun 2015
Oh look, oh dear there's a seam,
Pull at the stitches
In my skin,
Push fingernails to find my sunshine beam.

Oh here,
A little hole,
I push inside,
Scratching for my soul.

Oh dear we go,
Black bats under my eyes,
Little eyelashes,
Woven with lies.

Oh
Rip my nails off,
Push back skin springs,
Bite, bit,
Where do I begin.
Lydia Victoria Kate
Written by
Lydia Victoria Kate  20/F/Cornwall
(20/F/Cornwall)   
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