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This is a poem about self injury. |
| A bracelet dangles from my wrist covering up those scars But, I think it draws attention to them I take it off and let people see Who cares what they think of me? I tell them the truth I quit That part of my life is over and done with But it isn't as much as I want it to be I don't think I will ever be able to stop wanting to but when people stop and stare I slip the bracelet back on and people still look If only they knew the pain it covered- my bracelet |