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The Scars
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Old poems 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.
"Tragedy makes a strange bed
"Tragedy makes a strange bed fellow for a poet"
I agree.
I agree.
-Elfy*
Wow. What was this one
Wow. What was this one written about?
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About my past, and how i felt
About my past, and how i felt about it.
-Elfy*
*noddehs* I get that. I'm
*noddehs* I get that. I'm sorry it was all so painful, hon!
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