
on my skin is undetectable ink of the names of my pieces I wear them put well even nobody sees they actually harms me profound on my skin with hands once contact me wounds aren't seen by others and I smell has turned into an interruption in many cases he is my joy to hide this inclination that has destroyed as long as I can remember
my past is as yet my present
my previous will be my future
since I don't have the ability to be free
I don't have the ability to neglect
so here I am wearing my scars on my sleeve



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