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Jan 2020
It is impossible to measure the depths of my scabs,
And I wonder if they are truly healing over
Or if I have simply picked at them anew.
I tel myself,
"You cannot see the new tissue underneath as it grows."
Written by
PoetFromAnotherPlanet  22/F
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   Scott and Khoisan
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