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Apr 2017
I want it to show
I want red eyes,
           tear stained cheeks,
           ******, bruised knuckles
I don't want these echos in my head at 2 a.m
I don't want these images burned to my eyelids anymore
I want to wear it, to show it
I want it to cover me, to surround me like it did my parents
I want it to show but I hide it
                  So they don't worry
Izzy
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Izzy  18/F
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