( This is like a conversation between the thoughts of one. Some part of you wants to pretend and smile all the time, but you might forget that no matter how "hot" the tears are they can't turn into steam. One moment you will burst out crying, so I hope you understand the meaning of this poem.)
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Ye you told me I better cover my bruise up.
Said people might get confused by the stain on my arm.

I know that it will reach their eyes,
but I'm not scared or ashamed of my scars.

And if you think this tears me down,
darling I am beautiful no scar can take my charm.

And you say you know me well.
Think you got me covered up as well..
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