I look at my scars, marks
days of past,
cuts so deep and true stories,
by the time I was,
wounds of time for getting my dress,
difficult to place, they are a blessing or curse mine.
I know what to expect,
I know this picture, I know my ways
and I know that I do not want to go.
written a book in the skin,
a life-long buried in the mirror time
in the fog of the past,
the scar on our souls,
determine the course of life,
honest,
you feel the pain?
I know what to expect,
I know this picture, because I know my
and I know that I go, they no longer want .....!!!!!!!
crasse song already ... written almost like me: D
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