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Apr 4
My body littered with scars,
Some do it to punish,
Some do it to feel something,
Anything.
It feels good to feel something,
Anything.
Some find ways to stop,
They never truly stop.
They need to feel something,
Anything.
Written by
Abbie  19/F/England
(19/F/England)   
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     Arthur Vaso and Abbie
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