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Dec 2015
why did no one tell me how good lips feel on my wrists
until i cut them?
i
don't have anyone to kiss my scars
for now i just have to settle
for this sinking feeling in my stomach
this creature
scratching inside my chest
and throat
but even then
you can't hold that close to you
at night
it won't stay still
or warm enough
i visited my old school.
Magdalyn
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Magdalyn  21/Agender/Maine
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