The scars on my wrist remind me of the past,
All the hurt,
All the tears,
All the pain,
I look down my wrist,
24 scars,
That’s how many times you’ve hurt me,
In the last 6 months,
You said you loved me,
Yet the scars prove you don’t,
The dry eyes show the future,
A happy one,
No more tears,
No more pain,
No more scars,
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