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Little Scars

Isn’t it always On tip of his tongue To mispronounce her love name To call me Didn’t want to show how fragile I was So I kept my cool To pretend how strong I am Though it was agonizing my heart Heaps ran through my mind Does my existence mean anything to him How easy it was To leave a scarring wound in my heart - Azra Hussain - ©

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