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If you asked to see my scars,
I wouldn't pull up my sleeves
and show you my arms.
I would reach down my throat
and pull out my heart
to show you all the
knicks and cuts
which have all but healed.
I would ask you to count them,
my heart in your hands,
then maybe you'd realize
that there's one for everytime
I needed you,
and you were absent
from the world.
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