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An inky tattoo Was crawling up his neck A newfound taboo For I, was a wreck What had happened His nails were sharp I could not tell Each arm apart Exposed was I Helpless and hurt Couldn’t look to the sky Couldn’t utter a word Weak and broken I hated myself for I was a token I looked to the floor And shouts were near But I shut them out I couldn’t hear Those I cared about In my head To escape what’s real I might have bled But I couldn’t feel No, I haven’t moved Since I fell that day Nothing to prove Nothing to say So I’ll stay silent For no one can hear The world is violent The world I’m near
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
an inky blue tattoo
An inky tattoo Was crawling up his neck A newfound taboo For I, was a wreck What had happened His nails were sharp I could not tell Each arm apart Exposed was I Helpless and hurt Couldn’t look to the sky Couldn’t utter a word Weak and broken I hated myself for I was a token I looked to the floor And shouts were near But I shut them out I couldn’t hear Those I cared about In my head To escape what’s real I might have bled But I couldn’t feel No, I haven’t moved Since I fell that day Nothing to prove Nothing to say So I’ll stay silent For no one can hear The world is violent The world I’m near
this is the perspective of the character Maribel from the Book of Unknown Americans.
#tattoo#voices#love#people#hurt#tears#accident#abuse#assault#sad
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14/F/la la land
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
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