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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Scar it

Want to cut out the memory
cut it out deep
I want to scar my soul.
Not her
I scar it,
deep
I cry loud
but no one hears
I can cover my scars
I cannot cover his
I am bad
I am to blame
I need to die
I will soon
I promise

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