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Sep 2019
You're like a band-aid
so attached to my skin
and you always thought
I was the weak one
but when the time came
I just riped you of like a band-aid
fast and in one breath

You never asked me
why I have so many bruises
their there cause I rip bandaids off often
You are the week one
All of you are so easy to pull off
or Im just used to that
yellow-thoughts
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yellow-thoughts  23/F/Forest
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   Alison
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