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Jul 2013
I don't see how you can call be beautiful when I have
self-inflicted wounds dancing on my tarnished body.

How can you think a monster like me is worth it?

I just can't comprehend you wanting to be around me.
I'm just a ******-up kid trying to make it through.
Skai
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Skai  New Orleans
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