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Deservation

A horrible past
I must repeat
The same reaction
Within that time
He'll die
I don't belive you
You didn't need that
but the same
Meaning
Behind every word
You deserved it all
New scars
Across my arm
The same old
Repeation
The same movement
The same object
Everynight
New cuts
New scars
Old cuts
Old scars
All a memory
Nothing new
Stomach growls
A new reaction
No food
She wants
Tourting herself
For all the same reason
For him...





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