Canvas, by Jesse Barr |
My arm is a canvas that I use to express the contempt I hold inside The scars, a reminder of the person I am and what I deserve in Life The pain's a release that helps me to sleep to prepare for another day When I don't wake it won't be a mistake my arm is the note I leave behind |
Posted: 2013-07-14 02:55:24 UTC |
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