Its the end, its over and done.
The scars on her arm scare me to death.
As much as I want to it'd be terrible of me to shun.
Her way of healing scares me, this terrible feeling makes me out of breath.
I've just now found a way to take my feelings to my friends and show em.
Lets see if anyone understands what the fuck happened to cause me to write this poem.

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