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Scars
My own designs, etched into my skin forever.
Like a tree with names carved into its bark, to remain forever.
Never planned, but from anger;
from hatred,
from sickness.
Call me emo, disturbed, loony, crazy,
But coming from you, it means nothing.
Like a tree with names carved into its bark, to remain forever.
Never planned, but from anger;
from hatred,
from sickness.
Call me emo, disturbed, loony, crazy,
But coming from you, it means nothing.
Published 21st Sep 2011
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