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Aug 2022
I write this with a heavy heart,
For I fear for my life…
My hands are not innocent.
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“I’m pouring my soul out,
Have a sip
And feel what I feel.”
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It is self-hatred that justifies the horrors I inflict on myself.
It is these very scars that lay perfect
On my flesh…
Like a map…
Pictures the perfect death.
Written by
Sbulelo
106
   Healer
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