Lets compare stories
How many scars?
How many worries?
How many late nights?
Wet with tears and blood
Knowing no end
To the endless flood.
Re-living dreams
filled with lies and hate
I wonder
Is it too late?
To go back to the perfect life
No cuts
No scars
No damaged mind
No horror
Not just the rind
Of who I used to be
Happy
I was me.
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