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You were her first wound Dug into her skin, she started to bleed She tried to kiss her boo boos You kept tearing into her flesh Sometimes she'd pick the scabs open Silent, she must obey Thy parents are thy gift of life The wounds changed shape with age And time gifted her with more More scratches and bruises They blanketed the first Layering it bit by bit Forgetting the first born wound Until she mothered her own Then she saw it again The wound that festered Lived inside for all those years What a pity
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
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You were her first wound Dug into her skin, she started to bleed She tried to kiss her boo boos You kept tearing into her flesh Sometimes she'd pick the scabs open Silent, she must obey Thy parents are thy gift of life The wounds changed shape with age And time gifted her with more More scratches and bruises They blanketed the first Layering it bit by bit Forgetting the first born wound Until she mothered her own Then she saw it again The wound that festered Lived inside for all those years What a pity
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