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May 2016
he
he says were fine
so why do i feel like were not
my head is spinning
my stomach is in a knot
i have a fear of losing him
a craving for bruising me
should i tell him
or should i wait and see
i pick up a pen
and begin to stain
the patterns on my skin
relieve me of the pain
i long to feel
scars take too long to heal
il continue with my pen
in hopes that my mind
will mend
mak
Written by
mak  England
(England)   
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