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Sep 2014
I've lost gallons of blood
Torn miles of skin
But the darkest of my scars
Started within
You called me a friend
Even called me your kin
I was there with you
To see every end
As the sun dipped way down
You told me you'd stay
It was only right
As you'd come to say
But as night gave way
And I lay awake
Opening my eyes
Was unearthing a grave
You died with what I saw in you
Withered and worn
And inside me something changed

*A scar was born
Friends come and go, but the feelings they inspire stay as long as you hold them.
DaSH the Hopeful
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DaSH the Hopeful  23/M/Rome, Ga
(23/M/Rome, Ga)   
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