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Nov 2021
I was complete 
until a trigger 
released my 
buried wounds 
I cried, profusely 
like a baby 
Yeah, im still not 
over it 
Man! what a past 
I have endured 
Im not proud 
of these scars 
These triggers 
might just be 
the death of me 
Ill never be healed 
because they may 
never be gone
Written by
RobbieG  31/M/U.S
(31/M/U.S)   
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