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Throw a glass cup in pieces it will shattered,

in million pieces it will end up to be,

hit something with all might,

your flesh must get scraped you lose blood,

scars and scars

are the effect of pain and sharp objects wounds

across your flesh,

I dont get into stress I take my time,

I know time will not move away,

so I sit calmly not lose sight,

the many scars of life

all can heal dont need a doctor for that!

many wounds in my heart, torn skin I once had,

but look at me now more clearer than a babies bottom,

if you look at where the wounds once where

you can see nothing,

that is true,

my secret to heal the wounds and cover the scars is simple,

throw that weed away,

throw that needle and yarn away,

no need for surgery not this time,

simple get up from the pound of blood,

hold strong walk in life

and come across a person that will tell you

like they did once,

but is different cause now you feel no pain,

now your scars are heal with words she covers them up,

with a touch in shock she will have you,

a person

who is not only your girl, your lady, your hyna,

but your life, and your world,

the one who does not need anything to cover you up,

a person who cures the scars of love

with only true words,

thats the beauty of life