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Mar 2018
regression
red drips slowly down an arm
elbow to wrist, silver scars
mutilating a once bright
life, and new additions
insist on existence:
gone is the fight
#scars
Written by
Xander Holden  21/M/Chicago
(21/M/Chicago)   
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