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Torn Secrets
Secret syringes and
Torn tourniquets
My dark bruised arms
Reliving what I can’t
Forget.
Tell me it’s going to be,
Okay.
Torn tourniquets
My dark bruised arms
Reliving what I can’t
Forget.
Tell me it’s going to be,
Okay.
Published 29th Jan 2013
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29th Jan 2013 9:56pm
this reminds me of my life brother, longsleeve shirts never pushed up further then my elbows. tourniqets not so much. used to use a bandana but unfortunately I know pretty much where to aim now...probly could hit it without rolling up my sleeve. Reading your work I feel a kinship, I know the self loathing place the cynical humor comes from man. Keep writing man, It helps me cope to know im not the only one.
