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The heat in the room is smoldering sweat beads on my forehead and the fan can't keep up with the rising heat of summer Her arms are still covered though and i start to wonder Who hurt her so bad? So bad that tears weren't enough that only a blade could make her feel Human again So bad that the pain couldn't all be held in one place So bad that the scars on the inside had to reveal themselves to the outside worls
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Scars
The heat in the room is smoldering sweat beads on my forehead and the fan can't keep up with the rising heat of summer Her arms are still covered though and i start to wonder Who hurt her so bad? So bad that tears weren't enough that only a blade could make her feel Human again So bad that the pain couldn't all be held in one place So bad that the scars on the inside had to reveal themselves to the outside worls
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
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