I wore my pain like a second skin
grace wrapped in keloid scars Sensitive to a change in the wind or a shadow passing by my body held the trauma that my mind claimed it forgot the shortness of breath in every unlit parking lot I see the sweater you wore on every man who tries to touch me I see your fist whenever anyone raises an arm when I close my eyes its like I'm still running still fighting still catching my breath hoping I'd survive I told everyone that you didn't take anything I lied you stole my peace of mind you see so much of me was lost that night I didn't make it out alive
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