Scars

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The marks on my stomach, simply shows of the mistakes I've made in the use of a simple item.

The cuts done look cleanly yet the shaking reason behind them are to differ. Over the area of which I hate most myself.

who's to say the fat pig like neck is never to come next to spew the river of red, and the streaming of life that flows through us with every pound of a single organ for the rest.

Pain used to cover the tracks of sadness that still linger in my mind and soul to be left uncleared and uncared about.

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