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Mar 2013
tonight, he told of his scars-

drugs and parties and drinking
left no physical wounds,
but when his knuckles tapped
the podium
we could all see he was
cracked
and
bruised
and

still

hurting.


look, i wanted to say,
*my story hurts too much to tell,
but i have scars
just like you,
just like you,
i hurt too.
**** it, jess.  i knew you had a story to you.  i just didn't know it'd remind me so much of mine.
marina
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marina
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