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Love Scar

A tear iv've shed,
a tear i've bled,
my lips now wet,
can taste the pain and sorrow,
a million stabbs,
a million scabbs,
all on my back,
i carry them with honor,
the only trace,
i've not erased,
that on my chest,
to be defaced tomorrow,
because the heart,
you ripped apart,
just starts to void your love.





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