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Feb 2014
She has scars on her legs from the damage you did.
And the apex of her wrists will never be quite the same.
          X's carved into her skin,
                         inadequacy,
                                      self-hatred,
  ­                                                loathing.
She feels weak,
and out of control.
Her flesh will never look quite unmarred.
Imperfections because of you mark her skin,
and she cries because it makes her weak
because you made it hard to breathe.
DontLoveMeImBroken
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DontLoveMeImBroken  WI
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