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Her blood ran deep So did her cuts. She loved seeing the blood slowly seep from her wrists and she covered them up She broke glass and cut too deep Her scars are what hold her past- -Or what's left of it. She never told anybody She thought she deserved it. Now, a year clean, her scars show her fears faults memories weaknesses. But she's proud.
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
Cutting
Her blood ran deep So did her cuts. She loved seeing the blood slowly seep from her wrists and she covered them up She broke glass and cut too deep Her scars are what hold her past- -Or what's left of it. She never told anybody She thought she deserved it. Now, a year clean, her scars show her fears faults memories weaknesses. But she's proud.
maddie-sink
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
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