All Are In Pain
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I remember, when we met in August, almost September.
I didn't expect much from the girl with a shy smile.
I didn't think I would be worth your while.
Once upon a time
When we were fine
I could breathe in air, life
Now i breathe in the crimson blood
From my heart that bleeds out
My skin, damaged from the scars
These are my scars
If I were to change any one thing
Whether for the sake of my being
Or for what humanity’s seeing
