sorrow

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i carve sorrow

on my wrist

so you can

see my anguish.

i whisper hate

into my soul

so you can

understand.


i tried locking it up,

but now it's bleeding

red and i don't know

how to explain myself

to someone who's so

b l i n d e d

by the world.

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