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Feb 2019
Today I cut my ankle
just because I could.

It was a scream for you to love me;
something that you never would

too many secrets hidden in my head
too many secrets that stay in my bed

I love you, I hate you
oh I wish I was dead

your words are like knives
but the pain keeps me alive

my worst addiction, my lovely scars
everything breathing tears me apart.
something I wrote a long time ago..
Belle Victoria
Written by
Belle Victoria  F/Montreal, Canada
(F/Montreal, Canada)   
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