Battle scars:

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These scars you see,

Behold a hidden truth,

Many lies, every day,

To keep the secret hidden.

So beautiful,

Yet so tragic,

I fought so hard and now i see,

These battle scars, on my wrist.

Darkness surrounds me,

For I have sinned,

I fought no more,

As I gave up.

With one last thought,

I raised my head,

One step further, then i'm dead,

I see nothing, only death.

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