It started in summer

When the bark gave off a sickly aroma

And my shoulders got burnt

I sat in the cooked grass that baked in the sun,

Sharp blades pierced through my jeans

Poking fun at my chubby thighs

But i didn't care

My wrist was throbbing

Screaming at me from within my pulsing veins

He never used to be like this

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