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Jul 2020
Broken moments,
Leaving bleeding scars.
All over, scars and scars and scars

You held the knife,
They say.
lucky it wasn't worse.

Cutting and cutting and cutting
Will that make me free?
Written by
Max  13/Gender Variant
(13/Gender Variant)   
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