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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Jennifer
Scars of my wrist, symbols of pain
Symbols of weakness, of love in vain
The time passes slow, entranced to abide
To look at my sins, bitter loss of pride
I hate myself now, more than ever before
But I hide this harsh fact with my
mask and decor
I hate this fake world, I hate being ashamed
Rid myself of this mask, no more crying in vain.
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