and i can see the scars
running up your wrists,
chasing each other and
dancing around.
playfully kissing red sears on your skin.
leaving tear stains on your cheeks.
yeah,i know what you are going through.
and it hurts like hell to watch.
to know i can't do anything for you.
to know you wont tell.
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i love it nice job
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