Who I Was

A single line, a single scar
A remnant of a life that's past
A remnant of a hope that was lost
A remnant of who I was.

A single line, a single scar
Taunting me for my weakness
Taunting me for giving in
Taunting me for who I was.

A single line, a single scar
Reminding me of what I want to forget
Reminding me of a painful past
Reminding me of who I was.

The End

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