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The cuts turned into scars Months ago But I still flinch when The showers spray Touches it
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
It Stings In The Shower
The cuts turned into scars Months ago But I still flinch when The showers spray Touches it
Old habits die hard when new memories are raw.
lost-girl
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24/F/American
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
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