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Scars (Free verse) by Pervy Elf You talk like your mother
& write like your father
A perfect blend:
Light & Dark.
Opposites attracting.
To make a perfect little girl.
But you're not so perfect,
Are you?
You have scars.
Maring your skin &
Heart.
You keep picking at the scabs,
hoping that they
Heal.
Don't pretend.
You like your scars.
Showing them off to strangers.
And when they cringe,
you laugh.
Saying, "They're perfect.
Just like I was meant to be."
Up the ladder:
What Was An Attempt Is Now Gone
Down the ladder:
One O Five in the A.M.
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 5.142857
Posted: September 9, 2004 10:22 PM PDT; Last modified: September 9, 2004 10:22 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.03842 Overall Rank: 7205 Comments:
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deleted user @ 81.178.202.250
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11-Sep-04/2:01 PM
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Mared should be marred. People do not tend to pick at scabs and hope they heal. A rasping 'you think picking at scabs will make them heal' would probably be better.
Well, I can't complain. 7 for me.
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