Deep Emotions

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I wanna keep my body like a secret.
Feel the cuts on my skin, under my clothes.
Be the only one able to see them.
To feel them, to know them.

I love to keep a secret written on my body.
An incomprehensible and abstract pain
The pain that only I can control.
Why do I find myself more beautiful with these scars?

It's like they remember me where I come from.
It's like they show all the pain inside
With a tiny possibility people could see it.
And know a bit about what I go through.

I feel egoistic, but mostly hurt.
Feels so pleasant that nobody have access to my body.
My wounds, my pain.
But do that really means I control it?

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