see this scar?
upon my arm..
i took a blade,
slide it across my wrist.
see the blood drip,
and drip.
the burning feeling..
the release of anger...
of ones torture, gone.
i remain with a scar,
just thinkin of you,
hurts my heart.
i wish one day,
you will see,
what you did to me.
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