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Mar 2019
He likes to play operation on me,
Leaving mutilations under my skin.
Lacerations, ****** incisions
No bandage, no stitches,
Not a cast to correct the injury.
He opens me up, shreds me
And leaves me to heal in weird ways.
So,
Each time he does it to me
I become a bit more unrecognizable from the person I was before
my insurance doesn’t cover emotional abuse or broken hearts. Ow ow ow
Grace E
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Grace E  28/F/Probably a coffee shop
(28/F/Probably a coffee shop)   
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