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May 24
the bath is quiet,
but not quiet enough.
the water doesn’t burn,
and that disappoints me.

it’s been a week and a half,
eleven days of pretending
my skin doesn’t beg
to be opened.

there is no crisis,
just a low, steady hum
of want.
of ache.
of need.

i don’t want to die.
i just want to bleed.
Written by
lizie  17/F
(17/F)   
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