The Scarres Of That Day. - Poem by Silverfox ...
I hear them talking down stairs
Then the emotions come flodding in
and the tears come flowing down.
I cant deal with the emotions
and the next thing I know theres red scratch marks down my arm.
The pain is good,
I can consintrait on that instead of my pain and upset.
Maybe this is whats destid to be...
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