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When I feel like I'm about to combust When red is all I can see When I'm accosted by a feeling of mistrust Like everyone around me Should just...   Words form like arrows ready to fly through the air
We wear our scars with honor They do not understand the meaning And they never will. They are scars of pain, regret, and forgiveness. Scars of misunderstanding and loss Scars that ripped holes into the world
  As a kid. I started writing to try to prove to my friend that I could write better than her because I felt like I didn't feel like I had any talent plus for same strange reason I felt I can do better.
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