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Apr 2019
I Press the cigarette against my skin until it bubbles and it pops,
Like water does when you over boil it,
I pick the scab until it bleeds
In the same way you left me,
I hurt myself to rid the pain,
But I don’t feel a thing,
I blur the lines between the versions of myself,
You call the monster within me, because the girl is nowhere to be seen,
I drown my sorrows by the sea,
I let you in but, you never saw me,
Then yet again...
I don’t know the reflection that stands before me,
I hoped with time the wound would heal, but that was just a myth,
I split myself into pieces so small you can’t ever collect,
They say I’ll go to heaven,
if only I repent,
But it’s too late.. I’ve become the serpent you regret,
I’ll wrap myself around you til your dying breath,
I’ll take you down below the ground to hell and you will never tell,
Scream and cry all that you want,
but no one will hear you now,
You thought that I was through with you,
Like you were through with me,
And all that I can really say is: “Oh well!"
With a side glance and a crooked smile.
ScaR SavagE
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ScaR SavagE  36/F/LB, CA
(36/F/LB, CA)   
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