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Jun 2013
One month,
Clean of mutilation.
No razor,
Dragged across my skin.

White thin scars,
Mocking my recovery.
Wanting me to add more,
So they have friends.

I won't give in,
I will be clean.
I will make you proud,
I promise.
Kendra Hall
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