The Scar
Inside my heart
Hate has left a mark.
A scaar so deep,
That I must always keep.
That mark I must always carry,
It's the slightest bit scary.
To think that I must bear
This awful sear.
This sign of hurt, of pain.
Now I've nothing to gain.
But I will learn to deal with this mark,
This mark that was left inside my heart.
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