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by Jenny89_17 Feb 16, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Once I remember That I cut my arm, Now All i have a memories And my scars They are hearts And lines Initials and parts These scars Haunt me Day and night In the dark and lonely sea. They felt so good When I did them Maybe i never should Have cut my arm And live with this guilt And my scars.Please comment and vote