When they showed off their scars
She tugged down her sleeves
When they began to tell stories
She knew she had to leave
For all their scars came from others
From falls and accidents and fights
But all hers came from herself
On those sad lonely nights
(My own)
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PoesieA collection of stories, notes, quotes, poems and other tidbits of emotions. Send your own work I'd love to add it to my collection--and give you credit of course!
