
on my skin is invisible ink of the names of my pieces I wear them put well even no one notices they still hurts me deep on my skin with hands once touch me bruises aren’t seen by others and I smell has become a distraction often times he is my happiness to conceal this feeling that has ruined my entire life
my past is still my present
my past will be my future
because i do not have the power to be free
i do not have the power to forget
so here i am wearing my scars on my sleeve
someone grant me with endless wishes
to erase all of these memories and feelings
please


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