Scars

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I

Listen

  To

    Others

      And

       Replay

        Their

         Words

          About

           Me

            In

             My

              Head

               As

                I

                 Drag

                   The

                     Blade

                       Across

                         My

                          Wrist

                            Blood

                              Pours

                                From

                                  My

                                    Wounds

                                      That

                                        Others

                                          Have

                                       Made

                                     On

                                   The

                                Inside.

                     Apparently

                   I'm

                Just

           Attention

      Seeking

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