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Jul 2016
Oh sweet release
the burn
that stings
for minutes
hours after
my small attempt
at erasing the pain
at feeling better
oh how I love you.

your sting
when fabric touches you
serves as
a constant reminder
that I deserve pain
I deserve bad things.

this isn't a problem
it's my ******* nightmare
and I'm the one
who's paying for it.
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