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Scars (Harry Styles)

TheWordsOfMeIreland

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TheWordsOfMeIreland

The pain yet relief as the sharp blade pierces my skin. The cooling metal that can create a burning sensation.  The hate everyone hates me. I don't understand why they voted for us if they hate me so much. Why would you love us at first but now 3 years into our fame say those words, bring those signs to the concerts?  Yeah I shrug it off when the boys are looking but at night I sit against my tub like I am now. Indulging in my own pitty. Wow some people would call it a blessing being famous, but I feel it would only be a blessing if you had no stress and no hate.   But no, of course not even living the dream life you can't just be happy.All Rights Reserved

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