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Taylor Marie Mata

You don't know me anymore.
I know you don't know cause I don't know anymore either.
I can promise you've made me regret so many things.
I want you to let me be free and happy.
Your like a terrible tattoo inked to my skin even though I hate you its gonna be painful to get rid of you.
I want your cowardly awkwardness to melt off me.
Scars up and down my arm the remind me of you the person who i am no longer and who much stronger I've become.



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