Unlucky

Cuts all over me, devouring who I am,

They expect me to stay happy and calm,

It's Unlucky that that's not who I am,

Confused? How'dya think I feel,

The scars are the only thing about me that's real,

Three sixes and a thirteen inked onto my skin,

No 333's to erase the 'sin',

Who cares if my whole life is unreal,

Who the hell cares about how I feel?

The End

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