Scars

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They called me a monster.

Because of the scar.

The one on my left cheek.

The one that looks like a claw mark.

When in truth,

You left it there.

In a drunken rage.

After you had a one night stand with another girl.

You came home.

Broken bottle in hand.

And slashed down to my face.

They call me a monster.

Because of the scar.

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