Scars

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blades drive through skin tearing out blood

tears down her face head in her knees
thoughts through her head whos she trying to please

the people she were good to lay the scars that bare her skin
she tries not to cut but its as easy as grabing a pin
that bit of a break

that bit of satisfaction
the little dignity it brings
cant be forgotten

~H1

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