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Oct 2020
i take deep breaths and pick at my skin

to remind the demons that they wont win

i rather keep quiet and cry

than lie about not wanting to die

i pick at my skin rather than shout

as the evil red comes out

can someone find me and give me bandages?
Written by
iAmNotUramaki  london
(london)   
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     Beau Donner, Aparna and ardnaxela
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