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Sunday, April 18, 2010

My Scars

Rating: 4.5
I never really had parents there for me
They never taught me how to cope with problems that life would throw at me
I had to find a way, a way to let it out
Unfortunatly, i turned to a blade...
One by one the scars started being made
I stopped once, because i was actually happy
Now im back to where i was before
Staring at the blade and looking at past scars
Over 10 i've already left
On days that im ashamed for making then, i get my finger and trace each and every scar
Even if its faded away
Im trying to stop
Not just for me, but for the people that im afraid to lose...
Yvette Flores
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Nick Hrynchuk 18 April 2010
some of us you won't be able to lose
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