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I remember a night
when all I did was
sit in front of the
mirror and scratch away
at my flesh ridden arms,
because I knew deep down
He didn't love me.
when all I did was
sit in front of the
mirror and scratch away
at my flesh ridden arms,
because I knew deep down
He didn't love me.
Published 31st Dec 2013
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