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The puckered skin is healing it will stain my skin like the other two reminders of the shame I felt the pain inside and the war that was going on in my head The puckered skin is healing raw skin showing pink in colour soft to the touch The puckered skin reopens spilling its content emptying my mind startling clarity The puckered skin reminds me of days where I felt the world was against me of days where my heart and mind were too full filling me with a fire I could not extinguish The puckered skin will heal The puckered skin will heal The puckered skin will heal and once again my heart will spill ovals of puckered sin ovals of puckered skin
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Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
Blister and burn
The puckered skin is healing it will stain my skin like the other two reminders of the shame I felt the pain inside and the war that was going on in my head The puckered skin is healing raw skin showing pink in colour soft to the touch The puckered skin reopens spilling its content emptying my mind startling clarity The puckered skin reminds me of days where I felt the world was against me of days where my heart and mind were too full filling me with a fire I could not extinguish The puckered skin will heal The puckered skin will heal The puckered skin will heal and once again my heart will spill ovals of puckered sin ovals of puckered skin
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Atticus
23/Trans Male
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
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