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Jul 2016
we laid in bed and i had scars on my wrist
you looked at them with such disdain, rubbing your fingers over this exhausted skin
i told you then why i got this tattoo
because i told myself that i was done with doing this
you didn't say anything
i didn't say anything
because both of us knew, that commitment was never true
for anyone who struggles with self-injury my heart goes out to you.
Julia Mae
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Julia Mae  25/Illinois.
(25/Illinois.)   
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