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My face is marred with infinite scars Ones that seek no regard I lie in wait for the day to come When I am able to be loved My face waits for the hand of fate To stop its monuments wait When the scars can be shown for all to see And to no vary of degree
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
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My face is marred with infinite scars Ones that seek no regard I lie in wait for the day to come When I am able to be loved My face waits for the hand of fate To stop its monuments wait When the scars can be shown for all to see And to no vary of degree
k-a-watson
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
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