For the blood flow from thy external wounds . . .
How could you let someone do it to you again and again. . . .
For scars would remain,
After the healing to remind us,
Of things we shouldn't had done in the 1st place,
Hahahahaha. .
Yet we yearn to do it n again n again,
For sometimes we tend to love what hate us,
And yet we learn to smile through all this.
Stupid world . .
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