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May 2016
I find my fingernails digging into old slits of skin
my cramped hand twists around his
Until he can no longer take the tips of my fingers digging into his flesh
And he pulls away

i'm hurting him
i'm no good for him
He'd be better off without me
Why?
Virianna Gallardo
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