Natsirt Nav Neram Poet I do not know?

Scratch

A hundred thousand scratches on my soul
A hundred thousand scars that make me whole

My mind drifts in the sky of unknown thought
The only thing that's real is what I'm not

We live
We die
We feel
We cry
We fall into the empty sky
I know that I can not deny
I live
Will die
I feel
Will cry

A hundred thousand scars upon my soul
Another scratch now screams that I am whole

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