The scratches that run down my arms,
They hurt, more than I thought.
I didn't think it would be so bad,
But they hurt, more than I knew.
I didn't mean to this time, I was in frenzy,
But they hurt, they burn like fire.
I cannot type too well now,
They hurt, ever letter is a new pain.
This one wasn't my fault, it wasn't intentional,
But they still hurt, no matter what the cause.
My parents are going to think it was like in the 6th grade,
But no matter what anyone thinks, they still hurt.
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