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Sep 2013
all i want is someone to look at me and accept my scars
too look deep in my soul
and see the pretty that drowns in my fear

i see nothing but wrong in my ways
and i need someone to convince me otherwise
or one day
these scars will re-open and bleed away*

next time i wont drown in my fear
but
*my own rusty blood
Emma
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Emma  LA
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