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Nov 2013
My blood was boiling underneath
my transparent flesh and I dug
angry red lines into my arms,
clawed at them with my
fingernails so they resembled
the red lines left behind by a lover

And technically, they were.
Because it is you who has
caused this, all this built up
anger and pain and self-hatred
that clogged every single pore
in my fragile body

Anger turned to sadness
and puddles formed
in my eyes,
falling with each memory
of you

Who knew you'd be
the one to **** me
instead of be my savior?

(a.l.m)
ashley
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ashley  the beach ☼
(the beach ☼)   
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