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Dec 2022
It was in front of my face
But I couldn’t see it through the wounds in my eyes
You showed me your heart and you begged me to take it
But my hands were weighted down with things I couldn’t say out loud
You walked towards me and held me in your arms but my skin was too thick with the scars you didn’t create
You told me I was beautiful but I couldn’t hear you over the demons I let scream in my ears
You told me the truth and I covered your mouth with lies
I still pray for forgiveness when you are between my thighs
As the thoughts in my head surround themselves with no escape
There is this question in the center
Who am I?
It crawls down my throat and burns as the answer crosses my lips.
No one. Nothing. Alone.
Marie
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Marie  34/F/Ohio
(34/F/Ohio)   
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