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Jun 2015
Scratches are like freckles
They are everywhere
They cover my body from head to toes
The freckles that is

Freckles, they are brown specks
But Scratches
Scratches are red
Most of my freckles are on my face
But my scratches are neck down

They leave imperfections all over my body. My stomach, my legs, my neck and hands. All scarred because of social standards. My body will start to tremble from all the pressure just like an earthquake, the skin slowly breaking. People tend to degrade the earthquake. And my friends will scold me when they see my hands covered in bandages. These bandages keep the blood in my body but that's what I need. Otherwise I would just end up being a body in a box. And as much fun as that sounds, I'd rather us my Netflix to make the pain go away. And to do this I am going to watch ****** shows and Doctor Who all day.
Written by
Kyla Martin  Canada
(Canada)   
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