Title: The Marks On Her Wrist
by Irene | in writing, poetry
Don't start to explain what she feels
No one knows how she feels
Or at least I don't
I wonder why she does it to herself
My imagination goes wild
She still has the scars from the past
They refuse to let new memories intrude
In the space in her mind
In the thoughts in her head
That girl,
Is my soul'
a dark time in my life but i managed to get through it=D
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