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Jan 2018
You asked about the marks on my arm,
I lied, I just couldn't tell you I self harm.
If you looked into my eyes you'd see a story,
Of betrayal, hurt and pain.
You would understand why my cuts are so gory.
I consider myself a master of disguise,
And you can fine the pain
Hidden in my eyes.
Written by
Kiahlee  15/F/Montana
(15/F/Montana)   
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     --- and Imran Islam
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