Boy,
And as the scars on my wrist slowly fade,
I fade with them.
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The Promises I Couldn't Keep #Wattys2015
RandomTo all the promises I made, and tried so hard to stay true to, but, in the end, they just became promises I couldn't keep.
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Boy,
And as the scars on my wrist slowly fade,
I fade with them.
