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Sep 2018
Neat little rows.
All over my body.
Some deep,
Some shallow.
Every line with its own story.
Little memories I carry with me.
The after scarring always there to remind me.
Of the pain I felt in those deep dark moments.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
(18/F/Ireland)   
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     Fawn and JL Smith
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