The scars on my hands and thighs,
may eventually fade away,
but the hell they gave me,
will forever stay.
-Storm
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Pitch Black - Poetry ✔
Poetry"The greatest battles of life are fought out daily in the silent chambers of the soul" - David O.Mckay How do you keep going, when there's no light? TRIGGER WARNING: Contains mentions of suicide, self harm, depression and more. Highest rank - #20 in...
