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Scarrer
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Pathetic Depression The wounds I make
will never heal.
My words cut into your feelings
like a knife to your heart.
Your soul is dead,
battered and bruised.
You'll never win this battle,
what I speak is too strong.
You know it's true
the things I say.
Yet you won't admit,
and suck up the pain.
My heart is scarred,
battle wounds remaining.
Love is war,
the heart the battlefield.
