hormones
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Young scars of blood can't be seen by our makers;
They're invisible to the naked eye
Though, it's expected for them to know it and see it.
Every invention has it's own manual made by it's producers
Turn your eyes from me
I don’t need your pity
I’m not some helpless puppy
Your generosity is anything but kind
Leading me astray; playing tricks on my mind
