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The Scars

Brother, brother come find me please I'm up a tree, covered in leaves this world is killing me I, I have so much pint up distress and irritation and no outlet to let it all release like an ant to a preying mantis I'm weak though I act as though I'm stronger than anyone only a facade so you don't always have to watch over me But brother, brother none of that matters now please tell me what to do What can I do to erase everything that happened today I know I'm stubborn but I'll listen anything to take the burden off these weak shoulders The long road I took, took a toll and I'm a dog, scratching at a door that doesn't exist anymore The scars, they run deep and I fear I may bleed Brother, don't let me bleed brother, please come help me

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