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Hurt is such a vacant word anymore, cuz I can't feel a thing. Angry at myself, I hack at my skin hoping somehow That what I find underneath will be something that Even I can love.

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melissa-hardie

American

Published: Jun 29, 2010
LinesWords: 436

Notes: Simple acrostic. This one is older, I don't feel this way anymore.

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