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Jun 2018
The wound isn't there anymore.
The more you fought and the more you've lost. Succomb to the war it is nothing but matter now.
As it always have been.
It's everywhere now..
On you .... In you .... It is you.
You are a wound only to be discovered as a scab. Picked and naked to vulnerability that lies within.
Cut by the unknown. Naked to known.
Are you really healed?
Asiah Mangham
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Asiah Mangham  F/Georgia
(F/Georgia)   
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