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Oct 2013
I hope you can forgive me for the scars on my skin

and the way I could never forgive myself.

I hope you can forget the words I never said

and the way I never begged for help.

I’ve never felt so hollow, never felt so wrong.

The days may grow cooler, but the nights just grow more long.
Written by
Hannah Delenn
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