Poetry drips out.

I have scars

Lining

Every inch

Of my skin

From battles

That can have

No winners

Only, survivors

And poetry

Drips

Out of

Each of these scars

Like blood

Bleeding me dry

Of all the pain

Finally

Healing me.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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