standing in my broken house again
the spiders crawl
hiding the bruises hiding the bruises hiding the bruises
marks marr my me
fingerprints made in blood
palm to arm
do you see them do you see
all of me
do you see my scars do you see the marks
do you see my broken parts
do you see the cracks in my interior
standing in my broken house again
i hear you call
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