LOVING SCARS
Another night I awake
To a hand on my face
Not knowing why
But just shake
My mom yelling
With no mistake
This time I made a mistake
But still I try
And its another day
Happy to see her
For she is mine
Born and rased
Still the scars remain
From the other day
But I still stay
cuase I lover her
tell this day
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