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Jun 2011
Shaking in excitement.
The knife pokes at my skin.
Beautiful marks left behind.
I will always be loved.

The knife pokes at my skin.
The pain, bitter sweet.
I will always be loved.
The scar reminds me every time.

The pain, bitter sweet.
It says I will always be loved.
This scar reminds me every time.
I know someone cares.

It says I will always be loved.
No matter the circumstances.
I know someone cares.
I, have written 'Love' on my arm.
This ISN'T about cutting myself. Its about my tattoo (:
Morgan
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