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Jul 2018
I've treated my body like nothing but just flesh
When really, it has of its own a mind and a soul so warm
Bruised, torn apart, self abused, cut and treated like trash
Pleasure for some or me in need of some self-harm,
I trace each scar along my body over and over
So deserving of this torture
I can feel the agonising pain
All this blood is beginning to leave a huge red stain
Random thoughts that are in dire need of polishing.... Maybe I'll do it later or just leave it as is
The Misconstrued
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The Misconstrued  28/F/Goa
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