For years I was sick
I would burn and hurt
Tortured myself endlessly
In a need for love
I pushed it away
Why was I so different
I would ask so many questions
Now my skin is scarred
And my soul longs for something more
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 6th, 2026 20:23
- Category: Unclassified
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