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Scars on her Hips

Scars on her hips,
No glimpse of hope in her eyes.
If her body could speak,
It'd be screaming from the inside.
She's the kind of girl,
That as she talks you'd never know it.
Cuz the smile that she wears
Will make you think there's nothing wrong.
But on the inside she is all but broken,
And when there's no one there she cries alone.
Written by amethystremember
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