Six, Two, Ten

Six letters
Two burns
Ten lines that make out
Broom bristles
Pain shows upon my body
From scars
Scars I made myself
I thought It would take
Away my pain
Thought my boredom
Would be solved
Being a hypocrite seems
To have become me
Knowing its wrong
Telling people its not right
Yet still I do it to my self
Sex letters
Two burns
Ten lines that make out
Broom bristles
All unneeded on my body

November 16th 2004
Author:Margot

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