Vent Poem
Scars litter my brain
I'm getting weaker instead of stronger
I'm far worse than I claim
I don't think I can hold on much longer...
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Scars litter my brain
I'm getting weaker instead of stronger
I'm far worse than I claim
I don't think I can hold on much longer...
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