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Nov 2014
i hate myself
hating every part
i wish i could scratch off my skin
scaring my once spotless body
all that is left is the ashes of the blade
all that is left is the void of the medicine bottle now empty
all that is left is me
and my own insecurities
Madeline
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Madeline
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