To All the Boys in My Life
enough of your comfort
and poetry about innocence
my scars are not an invitation
for you to kiss my wrists
and how dare you try to make me feel
like my wars weren’t real
did not exist
enough of your comfort
and poetry about innocence
my scars are not an invitation
for you to kiss my wrists
and how dare you try to make me feel
like my wars weren’t real
did not exist
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