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Apr 2013
you wish me the worst
because in your eyes
i deserve it.
you say you wish
i was dead,
that the sight of me
makes you sick.
you say you can't
stand my voice
my laugh
my face.
and you say its all a joke;
that i have thick skin
i can handle it.
but thick skin still bleeds;
i have these scars
now don't you see?
k
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