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Nov 2017
Maybe one day someone will use their lips
To write messages of love on my body
Instead of having to take a razor myself
To carve the deep messages of self hatred

Maybe one day someone will be my canvas
To cover in my confusing feelings
Or maybe they will be absorbed

Love is abstract
It’s hard to know what it really is
Maybe it’s truly different to everyone

Love is art
But I am a struggling artist
Marissa
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Marissa  20/F/massachusetts
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