Wasn't Dreaming
The scars on my arms
hafe taken awhile to fade
into the thin white lines
they are today.
A reminder to me,
proof of what I did,
what I felt,
who I was.
Scars let me know
I wasn't dreaming.
And I'm not dreaming
now
either.
hafe taken awhile to fade
into the thin white lines
they are today.
A reminder to me,
proof of what I did,
what I felt,
who I was.
Scars let me know
I wasn't dreaming.
And I'm not dreaming
now
either.
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