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Jun 6
I still have scars on my thigh
I put them there by myself, why do I care?
And when a little girl asked "what's on your leg"
I responded with "I was in a fight with a bear"
And with every child I feed the same lie.
I hope they will never awake to find
That the bear that attacked my leg
Was my very own mind.
Written by
Ria
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