Scars of the past.A Poem by Oh Wow, Lovely.The man with the scar of the past. Always came back. To this bar. He drove far in a car.
He gets very shy. It's because his high. Higher than the sky. Sone he was to die.
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The man with the scar from the past. It always came to hit him in the back. It happens fast. Last for a lifetime.
Whenever he gets high. To hide from reality. Far far into the sky. His spirit flies. Till he dies.
© 2012 Oh Wow, Lovely.Author's Note
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Oh Wow, Lovely.Bristol , United KingdomAbout~~I don't know why I am the way I am. Something makes me hate everything. Light up, Smoke up, Shut the F**k Up.I'm officially off the rails, you should try it. A little more of her is gone, I can see .. more..Writing
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