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Jul 2022
I use to worry about the next day
I use to worry about my grades
I use to worry about my friends
I use to worry about the scars on my arms
I use to worry about graduating
I use to worry that no one would love me

Now
My skin is a mess
My job chaos
And my mind in pieces

When did I go from worring about life
To being the punching bag?
Writing of the Unknown
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