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Bruised


I have scars on my belly But I guess I earned my strips I have blackened marks on my legs But I guess the mosquitoes knew that I have patches on my arms But that shows how brave I am I have burns on my wrist But hunger is not a plan I am bruised all over But that doesn't stop me From becoming who I am Bruised
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