i dig into my own skin
trying to find the treasure that i hid
a long, long time ago
the carvings that i left
the scars are there
watching every move
that i make
i don’t know when this started
but i can’t stop, and i don’t think i will
the bones, i see my bones
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I took in a lot of messages from your poem the person in the poem is trying to find something along the lines of love, comfort, and safety and they dig beneath the scars from the trauma weather its hypothetical or not this poem has a lot of emotions piercing through it keep it up
thank you MR. apocalypse!
i wasn't sure whether this poem made sense or not.
but yes, thank you for recognizing the messages i tried to convey
have a good day, dear poet
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