It is the scars that we bare that give us identity.
It is the scars that I bare that separate you and me.
It's these scars that remind me I'm real and broken.
It's these scars that heal and teach me life is worth living.
I'll beat myself up and pour myself the blame.
As if your self-denial is not the same.
This bottle of beast, will it take away the pain?
Or will it further define me by this ongoing game?
It's these scars that remind me I'm real and broken.
It's these scars that heal and teach me life is worth living.
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