My Arms. Poem by bella sometimes

My Arms.

Rating: 5.0


i hate
the left
for
its scars.
i hate
the right
for
what it does at
night.
every night.
i hate
loving
pain &
blood &
cool metalic
scratching.
i hate my
mind
the most.

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