Starting

by Rachel   Mar 5, 2005


Scars on my writs, arms, and legs
They wont fade away
I hope they do someday
I hate it how they remind me of those dark times
When I didn’t think my life wasnt worth a dime
But now I know differently
I’m no longer blinded and can clearly see
My canvas is blank and about to be painted on
My life has a new beginning, I’m just starting my song

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