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A Heart Is A Luxury

November 27, 2012
By Anonymous

My wound is not that showing,
It lays there just sitting,
But every time I look at it I smile.
It hurts at first but then goes away.
But it is always there,
My wound is not that showing,
But in my eyes it glows in the dark,
I am a scar.
Will I hurt myself for life?
Or will someone help me?
If not,
My sar will stay there till I die,
I am not a saint,
I am a scar,
For lie hurts me.


The author's comments:
It is an inspiration of my esteem.

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