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Jan 2021
Heal me, oh, heal me.
Why is the pain still there?
Feel me, oh, feel me.
Feel the bumps on my back and my neck.
Steal me, oh, steal me.
Though I know I have no real worth.
**** me, oh, **** me.
Erase the scars of my birth.
Maciej Cacha
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Maciej Cacha  19/M
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