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Sep 2015
i held the knife and so
every blood splatters and tear stains and nail marks
are nothing compared to the glaringly big wounds
i stabbed and twisted open, hoping it'll bear out the truth

but it held no significance now
because while i was occupied by the
pain i inflicted on myself, i forgot that
you love to carelessly run around
with sharp scissors in your hands
and it was too late to say
be careful

—L.m.






























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Lisa Mendoza
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Lisa Mendoza  Philippines
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