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Apr 2017
The pain, it suits me
Writhing in pain
My skin is torn
So is my heart
It's not as if you could
See either of them

An instant, is what it takes
To take a life
Or to put it to risk
But it doesn't matter
As long as you live in bliss

The rain washes
away my tears
And the pain
But it
Never stays forever

My deadlyΒ Β wound
Left a endangering scar
It consumes me
And who I am
To bad you were to blind
To give a helping hand.
Scars are beautiful to me but not to you.
Written by
WalkerZ
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