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Aug 2020
One, Two, Three.... It's still not enough,
Scratching over and over is leaving my skin rough.

This isn't something I can control anymore,
I can't just wait for the pain to walk out the door.

This is the way I've begun to cope,
I want to be okay, I really do, but I have no hope.

I can't really tell you how I feel,
Because I know the pain in you would never heal.

I'm sorry that this is how I am now,
I know it's not something you allow.
Broken Pieces
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Broken Pieces  17/F/Looking for homeπŸ›£οΈ
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   Imran Islam
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