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Dec 2019
a small scab on my
left pinkie—

it would heal by
the end of the night,

if i had only left it
alone.
idk why when i’m sad i like to think about the thing that makes me upset to make myself sadder i’m really weird
Written by
Ray Dunn  20/F/New York
(20/F/New York)   
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   Varsha K and ---
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