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Jan 2012
These are the scars i wear
historys of the skin that tears
its a constant reminder
of things that could have been kinder
I'l never forget
but that doesnt say its a regret
people will see
and wonder how many, are just like me
how many will share these scars?
and dream of running in front of cars
scream those silent shouts
pray that someone finds out
they'll tell you to stop
never knowing what you really want
all you can hope foris something to shake you
down to your core
to make you see, you dont need this
so unclench your fist
put down your weapon
and resist
Ash
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Ash  portland
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