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Nov 2018
teetering on the edge
looking down
into the pool of broken glass,
i see my scars in the reflection.

i've jumped before.

thought it was only water
opened my eyes
to blood, dripping
i screamed.

the cuts deepened.

so, teetering on the edge
looking down
into the pool of broken glass,
i see my scars in the reflection.

and i walk away.
never again.
Sienna
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Sienna  22/F/Provo, UT
(22/F/Provo, UT)   
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