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Every person has a
FLAW
We all admit there is something
WRONG
With us
Nobody can be
PERFECT
Arms that are covered in
SCARS
A heart full of
HATE
We look in the mirror and see only the
FLAWS
We point out everything we see that’s
WRONG
Wish upon a star that somehow we could be
PERFECT
You hold out your arms
SCRATCH
Wipe away the blood
UNDO
Try and make it disappear
DELETE
Another one, falling into the arms of
DEATH




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sunrise_faerie said...
Aug. 27, 2010 at 6:17 pm:
I love this piece!!!!!!!!!
 
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