Prize of struggle

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It is supposedly a sonnet~

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A scar, he got one today on his skin.
A scar, so ugly that looked like a sin.

That scar was laughing so evily.
That scar had an aura of eerie.

A scar that wasn't ready to go.
A scar which won't agree to bow.

That scar was looked upon in pity.
That oscar's owner wasn't at all guilty.

For he wasn't going to let it win.
For he would take away its grin.

No matter how much deep it was.
No matter how much dismal it cause.

He accepted it and let out a chuckle.
He accepted it as a prize over his struggle.

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