November 5, 2011
By , Newton, NC
A horrible past
I must repeat
The same repeat
Within that time
He’ll die
I don’t believe you
You didn’t need that
But the same
Behind every word
You deserved it all
New scars
Across my arm
The same old
The same movement
The same object
Every night
New cuts
New scars
Old cuts
Old scars
All a memory
Nothing new
Stomach growls
A new reaction
No food
She wants
Torturing herself
For all the same reason
For him

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