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The scars.
As i start to remember the past,
the scars burst as last.
The blood spills down my face.
I see everything that was done to me.
I hear all the terrible words.
I hear all the threats so un sceen.
I see no reason for him to be mean.
I see no meaning for wat happens
for it was evil, and cant be un done.
Everyday i try move on but i remember
so much i have to hide it all in, till i burst
and the blood no longer hides.
