No, Thank You
These scars on my limbs,
And red cracks in my eyes.
The pieces of skin missing on my hands,
All a result of petty lies.
Their words cut deeper than my fingernails,
Like swords on fire.
Then they pretend it was an accident,
And people call me a liar.
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