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Created on 1-11-08
Bruises stain on my sensitive corpse.
Nothing will take them away.
Even if they may dissapear,
they will be seen, only by me, everyday.
The hand prints and knuckle blows,
may be hurtful in some ways.
But, even if you try your hardest,
you will never take them away.
Nothing will take them away.
Even if they may dissapear,
they will be seen, only by me, everyday.
The hand prints and knuckle blows,
may be hurtful in some ways.
But, even if you try your hardest,
you will never take them away.
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