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Jun 2018
I have bruises on my lips
From biting so hard
Fighting against my tears
A war against my quivering mouth
No dig in my palm
Could be so deep
To distract me from the pain
Of your broken promises
Iā€™m picking at the seams
Of my cuticles until I bleed
Rolling tears until I sleep
Shaking until Iā€™m at peace
Courtney
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Courtney  21/F
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