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Apr 28
A lining of blood
dries up with time,
the pain goes away
yet scars of the crime
right there they stay,
for it was and always will be
a bleeding heart
where the skin of requite
just won't grow
scars of whom
shall always show.
an eternal struggle really
Written by
Diljeev  19/M
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