Resilience
Location
I'm just another
double digit age
with
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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