Love is like a scab
And I'm a child
Always picking at it
Never leave well enough alone
And I wonder
Why does this hurt?
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Wise Words I Never Got to Say
PoetryIn life there are many things you wish to say. But when you die, who says all the things you never got to? NONE of the pictures belong to me, all rights to original creator!
What is Love
Love is like a scab
And I'm a child
Always picking at it
Never leave well enough alone
And I wonder
Why does this hurt?
