I'm just another


double digit age


                             triple digit scars


I rolled up my sleeves and chased a dream

But I heard another Night Terror telling me I was a dog

So I chase cars

Hoping that maybe one will run me over

Or take me to a better place

But my arms get cut and sleeves fall down in mid run

They laughed and laughed

and They said it was in good fun


But look at this scar;

Will I outgrow this one?




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