Razors and bleeding,
scars that scream " I'm sorry "
cut after cut I begin to lose myself and you...
no one can ever forgive me like you do

Scars and patches.
Compare mine to yours.
There imperfections that I live with.
Patches that are supposed to match the color stained on my sheets.
It beats me down
That I....
That I am imperfectly beautiful

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