ScarsA Poem by messytessa
Sometimes I wonder why
I was born without a sword and a shield of armor Because I have fought so many battles And lost so many times And oh it would have helped Knowing God was on my side But I didn't even have a chance It was the first day I was alive It was the first day that I died. © 2013 messytessa |
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1 Review Added on June 14, 2013 Last Updated on July 28, 2013 AuthormessytessaCanadaAboutAverage girl. Chronic Illness. Tea. Traveling. Small towns and big cities. Poetry. more..Writing
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