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These scars
These scars run deep. Far deeper than skin. Much deeper than shown. They run through the skin to the muscles. They run through my memories straight to my brain. I avoid the jagged edges, avoid getting cut deeper... but they haunt me, these scarred memories hunt me down and attack me... they debilitate me and render me useless... they torture me and try to kill me...
These scars are constantly with me... they are always there... when people leave they are there to fuel me... they give me the strength... the strength to press the jagged edge into my flesh and create more...
These scars are constantly with me... they are always there... when people leave they are there to fuel me... they give me the strength... the strength to press the jagged edge into my flesh and create more...
Published 24th Sep 2011
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25th Sep 2011 2:29am
So sad it wants you to reach out and protect. You can almost feel the emotion.
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27th Sep 2011 9:42pm
There is no need to thank me. You actually deserve the thanks for even reading my poetry, so thank you.
