We've all got scars, across our backs, our chest
Wounds can't be magic'd away,
It's hard to tell how deep you cut
Or for how long the knife will stay.
Until you show remorse, and think of the other life
The blood will run and stain,
Think you get away unnoticed
Memories and whispers still remain.
Sharpen and shine your new blade
Take time to practise your slice,
I have wounds, scars of suffering
I hope you know at some point, there'll be a price..
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