Damaged
I'm damaged
scarred, like an old tree
where people carved
their names. Sometimes
drawing blood.
Yet, I continue to grow.
scarred, like an old tree
where people carved
their names. Sometimes
drawing blood.
Yet, I continue to grow.
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| killea: | Woensdag, januari 26, 2011 10:16 |
| in few words you have said so much, can truly relate to this beautiful poem xx j |
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| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 januari 2011 | ||
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