Category : Poems

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Is it bad that I missed 
The way that this looks? 
Red lines, dripping 
From my skin. 

I can’t tell anymore 
If I don’t want to feel this way. 
I have no choice, but I chose this l
And I only feel content. 

You were my remedy 
But now your name is poison.
These scars never faded 
The way that you promised.