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May 11, 2012
By Anonymous

These cuts
on my ankle
aren't there for nothing.

Arranged
in a pattern
but always hiding.

I weep,
it does nothing
but don't ask my why.

It's that
and that only
that helps me get by.

Oh no,
I'm not saying
I actually do.

I swear
I would never
admit that to you.



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