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Jun 2013
These scars
That cloak my body
And comforted my darkened mind
Have cost me more than you can imagine.
They have soured my tongue
With the taste of self hate
and shame.
I am numb
I am cold
And each silver slit
Is a secret
That no one wants
To see.
Anna
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