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\\\ Tally Marks ///
I have tally marks slice all up my wrist
My arm, and my legs, a lined up list
Each ****** carving is a count
For every heart stabbing doubt
Short cuts arent always the answer
But neither are banaged broke bridges
I have counted how many times I've be slaughtered
I've kept track, the scars should prove it
Hiding the ****** count is as difficult as hiding a murdered body
We cover it with long sleeves and jeans...
And even when people see them, 99% of them dont give a dang
....Very few have said anything
...and those who have...
I know truly love .e til the very day I die....
It's time to stop counting...
And time to start looking up a d walking forward
And let the scars show
Yes they are a reminder of the pain
But also a reminder of
WHAT I AM FIGHTI F AGAINST TO BE!!!!
.....the words will always hurt more the the blade...
F/In The Hands Of Christ
(F/In The Hands Of Christ)
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