Every Demise Leads to Commense

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I put these scars on my body to show the mess you made inside me.
Hate on one arm and love on another.
I won't let them heal till my heart had been mended.
I know it will take awhile; I hope my mom can handle it.
As I watch the blood disappear down the drain I wish my thoughts would do the same.
The harder I clutched to you the harder I began to cut.
I hated the feeling you gave me deep in my gut.
People do not realize the damage they can do.
They push and shove till they're ready for someone new.
My dad left me, you tortured me night and day.
I started a new chapter in life and have never felt so afraid.
Love and pain bring emotion and that's called life.
I won't let it kill me though; no, not this time.

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