Scars Poem by Harley Morriss

Scars



the scars of life
the scars of evil
the scars of bad deeds
the scars of the life
and without a dout
i know these are the things i can live without
so tell me are you sick of the death of the living
and the livin of those who should not
the get up and roit
you heart out
till youre the last one
and don't care what they say

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