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I have cuts and marks pressed into me, that may be ugly scars, But is the deep, dark nighttime sky, upset that he has stars? For though they stick quite deeply, into his deep, dark skin, he can't help feeling grateful, that they outshine the dark within.
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
Scars
I have cuts and marks pressed into me, that may be ugly scars, But is the deep, dark nighttime sky, upset that he has stars? For though they stick quite deeply, into his deep, dark skin, he can't help feeling grateful, that they outshine the dark within.
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15/F/Franklin, TN, U.S.A
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
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