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Nov 2021
the scars on my skin bleed red;
the burn of my flesh
from scratches meant to
rip apart the pieces of my skin
stained from your touch.
i tore myself apart,
hoping,
praying,
you would still find me beautiful
even with my scars.
september 2020
a wandering voice
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a wandering voice  20/F/pluto
(20/F/pluto)   
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     Sean Fitzpatrick and Theplishk
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