So many scars
I'm still living
You can't tell me how my life is
I run myself
I rule my life
With an iron fist
It's my castle
With trap doors
I avoid most of them
You can't harm me
Unless I allow it
Even with so many scars in my heart
I'm still living
So get over it
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YOU ARE READING
Love sucks!!
PoetryThis poem is how I feel about the cursed word"love". Also about how I feel in Life.
