I won't want me
If I was you and you were me, I won't want me
My cracks have cracks and
I've got wounds on my scars
And a perpetually bloody white
One you wash every time we meet
One that bleeds when I stand still
To watch you broken just to walk away
And my nails are torn
My wrinkles are tight
With worry and guilt and fear and pain
I'm just plain broken
……and I won't want me
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