Scars last longer than *** does
but the thick scabs of injury
only remind me that I'm alive
While *** is a torture
Often a short lived peak in my existence
A faint taste of what satisfaction
May feel like if I were to
Love myself the way I love you
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 4:49 AM UTC
Scars last longer than *** does
but the thick scabs of injury
only remind me that I'm alive
While *** is a torture
Often a short lived peak in my existence
A faint taste of what satisfaction
May feel like if I were to
Love myself the way I love you
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