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portrayals
Perhaps my pretty portrayals weren't perfect or pure enough.
Maybe my magical mind and my mystic eyes that make me smile weren't model made.
Because I burst out when she broke my bruise and she
Cupped my cuts
And she destroyed my death...
She knew I would kill for her...
And the pain of my pretty portrayals will last.
I guess I should know this,
I guess I should know this, and no doubt I'm in love with it, but would you be so kind as to explain to me what your poem means?
SCAR
basically it is stating how
basically it is stating how maybe if I had tried harder to fit within a person's image, she wouldn't have broken my heart.