bruises
i fought battles that weren't mine I crossed mountains for strangers I got bruises that weren't mine for I fought for strangers amongst sheep's every scar felt like a murder I'm hurt I thought people cared I was hurt by the ones I love I've never thought that they would become danger to me for I got bruises that weren't mine I fought for strangers and got bruises and scars every mark become a mark of a warrior a brave one a leader amongst sheep's the strangers became danger to me now fear the beast they've built for I got bruises that weren't mine because mommy made me a writer π
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