My heart tears
For every whip
That lashed
Across tender
Skin
My eyes well
For every slice
That cut
Across delicate
Layers
I cry
For every time
I made myself
Worth less
My heart tears
For every whip
That lashed
Across tender
Skin
My eyes well
For every slice
That cut
Across delicate
Layers
I cry
For every time
I made myself
Worth less
Poems and Petals 
It’s beautiful ! Loved it.
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Thank you 😊
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You’re welcome ❤
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And now yourself smile for every time you express your value!
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Thank you 😊
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Oh, there is a “yourself” too much in the comment… lol!
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Touching and sweet ❤❤❤
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Thank you ❤
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Amazing 😉
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Thank you 😊
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