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Apr 2020
I lay down a tarp and start looking at how sharp you are.
The moment I look down. Down onto the floor turning my face into a frown.

Scissors is all I have
The scars prove that I only have one best friend.

I wish they didn’t hurt
Written by
Zaria Maynez
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   Empire
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