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Nov 2014
red hot labels
scarred my skin
like an animal
being prepared for slaughter
I close my eyes
all I can see
are lies
burned into the back of my mind
I was branded
worthless
until my blood became fire
I cut open skin
my flame burned them all
and I branded myself with a blade
beautiful
kennedy
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