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Abused Soul


one hit

two hit

three hit, four.

I've been called worse names before.

 

five shot,

six shot,

seven shot, eight.

in my mirror I see a face that I hate.

 

nine cut

ten cut

eleven cut, twelve.

blade to my wrist, grasping the helve.

 

dumb girl,

fat girl,

ugly girl,

whore.

please tell me something I haven't heard before.

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Writing poetry happens to be the way for me to live happily. Oregon, 17. I play guitar, paint, draw, play video games and eat.

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