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Jan 2016
You have my lips stitched together
And my soul withering away
Do you not understand, nor see
The pain coursing throw my veins

I'm sitting, keeping my peace
Keeping my mask o'er my face
I'm laughing, smiling even
And no one can see

I'm suffering slowly
Within your abusive grasp
Your childish one too
It grows bigger each day
Wrote about my brother
Scar Scar Jones
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Scar Scar Jones
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