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Friday, March 28, 2008 at 7:36 AM |
an old wound that never seems to heal of broken skin scraped thin stinging to remind you it's real.
you blame the ruts that made you fall down. you blame the gravel that lies on the ground. you blame the atmosphere that ruins your health you blame everyone but yourself.
but that battle scar that hangs like a ghost and you realize- what you let in under the skin; that's what hurts the most.
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