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Oct 2016
I never got a
scar from something dangerous,
only accidents.

I'm not an angel,
I'm the ******* you warn your
friends about *******.

I'm the guy you look
over your shoulder at while
walking home at night.

I'm the person you
wish you could come home to, but
processed by traumas.
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
288
   Azaria, --- and Doug Potter
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