Poem
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scars and crossbones,
how you're wrong,
tuned to a misleading song,
in introspection,
folly circumspection.
"grotesque," she says,
don't hug, touch, bug or say much.
all you believed,
all the bereaved,
trying hard to transform,
only to conform,
to an ugly world.
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A/N: Thanks for reading :) Love yourself as you are. The subject is sort of a suicide case, which I believe you can tell.
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