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These self-etched scars
Goes way back to the bottom line.
Those haunted smiles,
They keep me up at every wake of night.

And he stole my heart.
His darkened soul just needs a light.
Those demons hide,
They need a home to fade to something right.

And those scrapes of scars,
They fade to light after the darkest storm.
A ray of hope, they turn divine
And we know don't need wings to fly.

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