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Deep Scars

January 26, 2013
By Anonymous

Quit staring at my face.
That's complete disgrace.
Quit hurting me.
I'm a complete misplace.
It follows me everywhere.
This scar is my worst nightmare.
You see?
That's why I cover it up with my long hair.
To think about it, it gives me the chills.
I'm like a soda machine; only used for refills.
Everyday they're teasing.
Started when I just turned nine.
What I tell my parent's when I come home from school is. "I'm fine."
I'll only hope for the best.
But I know it'll only get worse.



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