Scars etched across my skin
to keep me from forgetting the past
I once lost my way
and this will be my only road map
the only way back to you
new cuts and scrapes criss cross my flesh
each a new memory
each a new name
and a new distraction
toys were made for playing
pose able and disposable
eating away my soul
do you think you can save me?
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