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I have tally marks slice all up my wrist My arm, and my legs, a lined up list Each ****** carving is a count For every heart stabbing doubt Short cuts arent always the answer But neither are banaged broke bridges I have counted how many times I've be slaughtered I've kept track, the scars should prove it Hiding the ****** count is as difficult as hiding a murdered body We cover it with long sleeves and jeans... And even when people see them, 99% of them dont give a dang ....Very few have said anything ...and those who have... I know truly love .e til the very day I die.... It's time to stop counting... And time to start looking up a d walking forward And let the scars show Yes they are a reminder of the pain But also a reminder of WHAT I AM FIGHTI F AGAINST TO BE!!!!
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
\\\ Tally Marks ///
I have tally marks slice all up my wrist My arm, and my legs, a lined up list Each ****** carving is a count For every heart stabbing doubt Short cuts arent always the answer But neither are banaged broke bridges I have counted how many times I've be slaughtered I've kept track, the scars should prove it Hiding the ****** count is as difficult as hiding a murdered body We cover it with long sleeves and jeans... And even when people see them, 99% of them dont give a dang ....Very few have said anything ...and those who have... I know truly love .e til the very day I die.... It's time to stop counting... And time to start looking up a d walking forward And let the scars show Yes they are a reminder of the pain But also a reminder of WHAT I AM FIGHTI F AGAINST TO BE!!!!
.....the words will always hurt more the the blade...
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21/F/TikTok
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
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