New
Sitting here.
Shirt off.
All of my cuts, scars, burns, brusis.
Everything on dysplay.
My fingers run across one deep cut on my tummy,
I did that the day you left.
A burn,
the day you yelled at me.
A bruse,
the day you lied to me.
A new day, a new blade, a new exuse.
Your new beginning,
My new ending.
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