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My scars hurt at night When the moon shines through them Illusions illusions Mama made me promise To never bleed again But how can I keep it when I still pick at the scabs in my brain?
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
A Promise Made To Mama
My scars hurt at night When the moon shines through them Illusions illusions Mama made me promise To never bleed again But how can I keep it when I still pick at the scabs in my brain?
grey-dodge
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
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