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Blending in the background,

Escaping this treacherous world.

Bounding around corners,

Slamming doors shut.

They never really open again.


10,

100,

1000 times,

I hide.

Just to be

That normal girl.


If I just stay hidden,

Will it be enough...

To let me survive?


To let me go through this world,

Knowing I'll be fine in the end.

Without all the bruises,

Scratches,

Cuts,

Wounds,

Scars,

Left on my skin,

Making a permanent mark. 

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