Scars on my heart
Scars on my body
Scars remind me the past is real
Out of my mind that's how I feel
New scars
Old scars
Bleeding scars
Sometimes I feel like I'm from the Mars
Depressions are my best friends
can't wait until it all ends
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Thank You for sharing this Natalia keep doing so. Remember that YOU are not from Mars and there are such wonderful things out there for you, sometimes it just takes a bit longer to find them. Well done.