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From the scars on my arms
Lift up my sleeves
And then you will see.
I'm broken.
But, my sweet girl.
Swallow your fears.
For even the oblivious
Will be forced to see my tears.
YOU ARE READING
Hideous
PoesíaA collection of short poems. Mostly free verse. About sadness, hardships, depression, and other hard topics.
