Colorless Lines
There is no need to change anything about my being. I am a dark being.
With no meaning
Colorless lines where wounds used to be.
colorless lines down my arm remind me so.
I think not of erasing the lines.
They show me strength and the truth of the being we live on.
She is a cruel being who shows no remorse.
Colorless lines help me beat the feelings I get about leaving this cruel
Being.
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