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Aug 2014
The scars on my skin come from my own hands
But the memories in my head are out of my control
My feelings are numbed
But this blade makes me feel something
It won't tell me a lie
It won't tell me its something its not
It gets straight to the point
It separates the truth from the lies
It lets me feel something
The scares on my skin will fade
But the memories in my head will never subside.
Christopher Mata
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Christopher Mata  Texas
(Texas)   
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