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Nov 2019
I don’t know where we will go
But that don’t matter so
We can get closer now
Never been a poster child
Always been the lonely type
Cold only broken Type
Who never really fit in
Was never really driven
But now he feels like he’s been freed from prison
Risson from the grave dead man walking slave
My soul is all I ever gave
I never knew someone would just take
Someone that could just be fake
A ******* snake
They walk all over you
Emotional abuse turn you back into your mind recluse

It’s not something you choose
You win some you lose
You’ll End up with a scar
End up at a bar
Been up drinking all night
Drinking without them
Drinking about them
Never out run them
Always there like a free friend
Maybe I’ve just weakened
Maybe I’ve just peaked but

Scars are what make us
So great or so anxious
So listen to me now
And let me tell you  how
The world is a broken heart
And sure we all fall apart
But that’s what brings us together
Our feelings of pain are what make us
They break us apart
They hold us as one
They teach us lessons
Our strange little confessions
And let us know that we are who we are everywhere we go
And let everyone else know we’ve seen some ****, and are healing dealing and treading our own weight from now on
Lets let our scars set us straight


You never know
So before you go
I want to tell you
Scars are what make us
Written by
Justice
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