the rhyme

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I remember every story they wrote on my back bruises like words tattooed into my skin like blue and black ink. I remember every kitchen sink surgery where family had to stich me back together. I remember every happily ever after that never came to pass we didn't go to school in fairy tales we went to school in all the gore details of a horror movie why monsters made us victims of there comomedy we the recipients of there punch lines they hung insults around our neck like signs inviting anyone to join in there words were invisible ink that they tattooed upon our skin.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 22, 2018 ⏰

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