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Mar 2020
when am weak
who do i call?
my God it hurts
i can’t be calm.
what do i do?
do i run?
i am tired of hate, tired of love
dug my nails into my arms
she turned left to my scars and questioned  
“what is my worth”
she turned left and questioned what’s my worth
Written by
tmartin  25/M
     Fawn, DarkSkyesRising, --- and Mansi
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