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Scars

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thegreatpoetnick119

Published: Jul 13, 2011

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I am scard
Both mentally and physically
There are scars all over my body
They are deep and speak of times much worse than these
Each one for a broken hear, a shattered friendship, a forgotten promise
These wounds within my mind
They tear me apart
The bleed and pulse with pain just as much as they day they were wrought upon me
The flower of those i love has now rotted away
Only the petals remain and the float all around me
But i can not touch them
Their they go, blown away in the subtle breeze
Hear me scream
See me burn
Never shall i allow someone to be as beaten and rejected as me
If you feel pain as i do
If you bleed as i do
If you love as i do
If you have been rejected as i have been
Talk to me
I shall help
Even if i must give my life
I must help
I will help

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