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Mar 2019
Some days I can't help but notice

The fainted - past scars,
Red lines turning to white
Look so beautiful ....

Some days I keep looking at those faint white lines for hours
Remembering the struggle that looks so beautiful now
" self harm is the most elaborated form of love "
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Whisperer  16/F
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   chitragupta
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