May 22, 2005 23:33
As i gaze upon my wrists
the scars
like secrets with a twist
lay faded
jagged
But you insist
that they mean nothing
that they are
P
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l
e
s
s
meaningless, like your love for me
these scars
are here to remind me
that when i needed you the most
you were not here
you were not near me
to save me
from
M
y
s
e
l
f
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I've felt the same way before, but never had the words to spell it out quite like that.
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And so true.
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