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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