I have the cuts on my arms,
For the war that I'm fighting.
I have cuts on my arms,
For the life I'm hating.
I have cuts on arms,
For the tears that I'm crying.
I have scars on my arms,
For the war that I'm winning.
I have scars on my arms,
For the life I've been given.
I have scars on my arms,
For the tears that stay in.
I have nothing on my arms,
For the war I've won.
I have nothing on my arms,
For the life I love.
I have nothing on my arms,
For the tears I don't cry.

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The song of the unfortunates
PuisiA collection of poems about lots of different matters.