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Sep 2013
Sometimes, when i look down at my wrists
Or my thighs
Or my hips
I realize that ever scar there
Is a battle that I have lost against myself.
But when I look in the mirror
After months of being clean
I see a survivor of the war
That I once thought I could never win.
MaRiahh Hodgkinson
Written by
MaRiahh Hodgkinson  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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