The Story of Every Scar
In my mind, I see every fracture
the depth of each cut, the sins at the altar
It becokens to me, write what you see
Relive all those bruises, see all of your fears
And you stare at me, my muse
You taunt me with your vision
And like Annie Wilkes did,
you fed my addictions
What do you write? Why do you fear?
You know that the story will never end here
In the silence of your mind, you know this to be true
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Quarkinator2
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