Scars

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Life and love
covered with gloves
so you cant see the scars
that could put someone behind bars
but it was you
you saved me from myself
he saved me all by himself

Are you ok? he asked
so i took off my mask
and showed him the real me
showed him all that i could be
this was the real me wasn’t it?
it is hard to admit
but i am not sure
i think i need a cure.

This poem was written/submitted by kiara.

Category: Sad Poems
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