24~17

She.

Picked.

At the scabs

of      *My*    marriage.

(so they could not heal)

We could not heal…

How       *they*      Laughed

(( together ))

…at me…

Discarded window

through my                 soft soul.

*** SmAssHeD***

setting

~Me~

FREE!

 

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