s.e.v.e.n.t.e.e.n

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it was too late

as i gazed
at the scratches
on my skin,
the white lines
of scars
that collided
with one another,
the bruises
that never seem to heal.

i stripped myself
from the baggy clothing
and examined more
that ran up and down
my flabby legs.

i took one step
backward,
the reflection
of a broken mind
staring back at me.

i looked at myself
and wondered

if he knew what's
underneath.

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