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Jun 2019
My arm is healed now.
Thats a good thing right?
There are no more angry red lines
There is no more itching
There aren't even traces of the scars.
I can wear short sleeves again.  

I swore it was a one time thing.
"Never again, you have my word",
I promised to the loved ones i had shown.

So why do i feel like
I want to paint my skin in red stripes once more?
They've only just healed... why do i want to put more in their place?
Written by
Zoe Grace  16/F/NSW, Australia
(16/F/NSW, Australia)   
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