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5d
These marks on my skin,
Reminiscent of
teeth and sharp nails
Digging into my arms.
With no effort,
you created hope, with pain.
On my left index finger,
Pealing and bleeding
For what seems like eternity.
I’d bleed out for you.
Written by
paul  27/M/Life
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