Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: Untitled by digitalmartyr

By digitalmartyr
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Tags: digitalmartyr, poetry

My old friends
I miss you so
Without you
I don't know where to go
Your iciness was my warmth
Your glint reflected in my eyes
Wanting to hold you again
For old time's sake.
Wanting to go back to my old ways
Like you taught me.
Red was always your favorite color
It was mine too.
Even if we never meet up again
Your impressions will never fade.

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