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Every scar is a reason,
A reason to hold,
A reason to love...
Let me hold you in my arms tonight,
Showing you that I can see the beauty through the beast,
they never even noticed
the redness in her eyes
they never even noticed
the signs that everyday she cried
they never even noticed
because they never even cared
This isn't my nightmare, no! My dreams and thoughts and veins ache for you! For release. To see them all again. All over. This isnt my nightmare, no! Cover me in pretty pink lines, baby, I need you now! no! Not you... not you...
enough of your comfortand poetry about innocence
my scars are not an invitationfor you to kiss my wrists
and how dare you try to make me feellike my wars weren’t realdid not exist
