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Sep 2015
Please don't touch me, sir
I know you mean no harm
No, you cant hold my hand
Or stop this car
Please don't love me, sir
I know it doesn't look hard
But when you take away my clothes
You'll see the scars

You took the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And you turned them into a damaged city
You tore away my flesh piece by piece
And I walked home alone
In a damaged city
Annie McLaughlin
Written by
Annie McLaughlin  18/F/Arkansas
   Torin, Gaye and Cecil Miller
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