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Jan 2016
Every word she spat at me in anger,
became another scar on my skin,
but she didn't care for she could leave
when the blood flow became overwhelming
leaving just me and my undersized bandages
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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