Scars strength self harm
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I'm drenched.
the coagulating bliss of blue pigment
molding into gleaming red
does not frighten me- although it should
It stings. it sticks to me like syrup
No
Doesn't mean
Try to change my mind
Or try again.
It doesn't mean
Repharase the question,
Or
Tell me come on.
It doesn't mean pressure me
By saying it's been a month
As hard as I try, i can't leave that memory behind it knocks you back down, & kicks you around you get so lost it makes you not wanna be found. nobody ever said life was easy, but i never knew it would be this hard.
