When you are scrubbing the blood
Off of your cuts and bruises
Do not lie to yourself
Do not say that this was worth it.
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Dear Someone. (I Hope You Read This.)
Poésiesometimes a child becomes too damaged to fix.
V. what i ask of you VIII
When you are scrubbing the blood
Off of your cuts and bruises
Do not lie to yourself
Do not say that this was worth it.
