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Count my scars One, two, three Each represent my mistake These scars represent me. Count my tears Four, five, six Each show my flaming pain And what I cannot fix. Now look at my scars The bright red flesh Do you see survival, hatred? I see nothing but regret.
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
Scars
Count my scars One, two, three Each represent my mistake These scars represent me. Count my tears Four, five, six Each show my flaming pain And what I cannot fix. Now look at my scars The bright red flesh Do you see survival, hatred? I see nothing but regret.
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
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