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The scars on my arms scare me
As does my mind

Its like a battle and the lines that show
Tells you who won

I wear a mask so you see no pain
But sometimes it brakes

So many cracks and no way to fix it
The cracks that you now see are samples of my weakness

The way my smile fades and nobody See's
Makes the tears run down my cheeks

And the tear stains forever imprinted on my face brings back to many memories

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