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| i am remnants of broken prettiness bound together by barbed-wire reflexes flesh wounds held shut by stitches mind wounds held shut with no that wasn't me that was some other girl the pretty girl that lives inside the mirror in the bathroom she wears her pain on her pretty face and makes me so angry i can't help but smash that pretty getting into trouble attention getting angel face if i'm hurting her why am i bleeding too that pretty girl she looks like me she talks like me she walks like me but she can't be me because if it were true i would be broken like the mirror in the bathroom open like these cuts on my hands but i am held together by telling no one saying nothing not even breathing loud waiting for it to be over waiting for it to disappear waiting for it to be covered up by scar tissue - V.A. Whitecrow |
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