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Apr 2013
it's like
these gashes
and scrapes
mean nothing
to you

dosen't
this raw flesh
and blood make
my happiness
seem deceiving
to you?

my physical
self infliction
of injury
is not my only
harm

you are hurting
me mentally,
deeper than my cuts
could ever get
Dani
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