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Nov 2021
you're not going to ask me why
I'm
picking away the scab on
the back of my hand,
though you can see in my eyes how
it hurts
as they spill salt water into
my open wound
because nothing has changed
I still won't let myself get better
Written by
Tiger Striped  21/F/Very Far Away
(21/F/Very Far Away)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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