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Jan 2017
These scars won't fade,
They're engraved into my memory
as much as they are in my skin.
They won't go away.
They'll never fade.
Always there to whisper in my ear
of the failure that I've become.
scars failure memory skin fad whisper always
Cierra Hope
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Cierra Hope
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