PT 21

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The scars you see they were all made by me and my tears turn red with the blood that I've shed people think I'm lost to the madness but really I'm just cloaked to the sadness I could use a rope or a knife looking back my while life I see the pain and I see the hurt I feel my heart about to burst the blood will flow why can't they see that all my life I've been afraid of me.

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