I've got scars on my back
My arms and thighs to match
They're the scars from my pastIt never mattered though. You loved hearing my cries. You got pleasure from my pain. I was just an innocent child.
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Sad thoughts xo
PoetryThis is a tornado of my thoughts Unorganized and just thrown out. This is who I am.
Poem 2
I've got scars on my back
My arms and thighs to match
They're the scars from my pastIt never mattered though. You loved hearing my cries. You got pleasure from my pain. I was just an innocent child.