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Oct 2015
The thick red lines I draw on my skin
Are door handles.
You pull so hard to get in.
The handles may be at my hip,
But the doors are my eyes.
Through them you will see why.
You'll see the pain and the man using me as a toy.
Pull harder.
Save me.
Let the pain sink in even harder.
Abigail B
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