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I am in love
with someone’s back,
after all
imagine falling for
someone
who stays, imagine
loving
a person who loves you
back, I
am in love with flaws.
Black and
blue, my arms are
speckled
with them- I am unable
to fit in
without cutting myself
into pieces.
I am in love with pain,
with the
feeling of flaying myself,
of skinning
myself alive, I am in love
with nothing
good. Nothing happy.
Instead,
all I’ve loved is a fool,
is unworthy,
is just not good enough,
after all,
I’m in love with myself.
And
I’m still not sure why.

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