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My battle scars have never shown
Yet, over the years, they have grown

Though wounds rarely show on me
A world inside demands its fee

Through bramble bush I'm dragged
And the appearance of marks
has always lagged

A fire has been lit
And burned me down to one small bit

As I struggle daily to climb
A great big hill of needles and pine
Holes are drilled right through my soles

Yet, but here, they're smooth as gold

Confusing as this may be
Never can you come to see

On the inside I am thin and torn
Outside I am slightly worn.



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