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Oct 2024
The tears fall
The blade cuts
Blood drips
as sobs escape

For everything you say
marks another hit to my face
Injuries by my own hand
in hopes you’ll be sent away

Maybe if they think
you’ve been hurting me
I’ll finally get peace
and be set free

Only the stars shine so bright
but maybe one day so will I
To join those lost once more
and find a place to call home
Written by
Xyna  15/Other/your mom’s house
(15/Other/your mom’s house)   
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