Sunday, November 6, 2011

my scar.

Everyday I'm gonna get up and live. I'm gonna breathe, laugh, and even smile and maybe one day I'll have a reason to.
Well, my scars are written all over me. I don't have to say it, you can see right through me. Don't have to tell you what I'm thinkin', when I'm thinkin' everything is slowly breaking.

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