Help
Looking at this arm
every minds me of how far I've come
for this is just the white version of mine
minus The scars
I thought I didn't want to be here at all
I see the dirt and it makes me hurt
'cause I know what it feels like to be at the bottom you know the worst
but I've overcame and I'm here to say
that persons’ arm
could have been me
Because I used to love to watch me bleed
but now I don't feel the need
because I've started writing poetry
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