With every scar on my skin
And wounds akin
It takes me back
To the lonely whimpering
Alcohol in my hand
Blood on the floor
I was broken
Outside and deeper than the shore
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| 女の子| the girl
PoetryTHE GIRL who has many thoughts in her head THE GIRL whom doesn't want to speak THE GIRL who has a voice but a silent one THE GIRL wants to shout out the words but instead, writes them day and night
