Ive always been told that writing should be life having the whole world see you naked.
But what would they say if they saw my scars running down my leg? Would they run?
What if they knew that every single scar was from you? You liked to watch me bleed.
Bleeding from my heart you never loved, never even bothered to touch.
Its my skin, and my blood the flows threw it.
So why don't you tell me why your always under it?
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Author:
Kruits (
Offline) - Published: August 21st, 2017 18:53
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
its really good
Thank you so much! Means a lot!
I can relate so hardcore! Love it!
Thank you so much!
Very good Kylea - fill in your profile so we know more about you!!!
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