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Jan 2016
These scars won't heal
I fell onto the cold ground
Skinned my knee and bruised my thigh
Mom told me that water healed all hurt
But when I fell in love, and bruised my heart
Water didn't clean me
Written by
Angel Harris
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   ---, Shantanu Nagdeote, Oh Henry cried she and Got Guanxi
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