My Back An open, bleeding canvas for everyone's collab, For if I dare to call them"friend", they'll end us with a stab. Etched in my skin betrayal, broken trust and shattered dreams, Each scar sewn up for next time before ripping at the seams. They lie and say they love me, they lie and say they care, But on this path of "BY MYSELF", these scars are mine to bear.
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