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 Feb 2020 Ayn
Anna B
Scars
 Feb 2020 Ayn
Anna B
The blade on my skin
Slides like butter on bread
What can I say? It helps releive stress
Been telling that lie to myself
For way too long, but that's what happens
When someone's not quite strong
This is one of my first poems and I was scared to share it with anyone until now
Meet me in the middle.
At the room full of sorrow
In the centre of my heart.
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