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Oct 8
The scars on my body that I've come to terms with,
but it's not about these scars
hot water running down my skin
I scrub like this over and over
it burns me and I feel pain
but physical suffering is better
than those scars that are hidden deep inside me
they leave behind only thoughts that keep me awake
and I'm just so much here, but still not
because I've been mentally polluted
find a window in my head
to release this poisoned air
please
find this window
Sofia
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Sofia  16/F
(16/F)   
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   Boris Cho
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