scars

the scars on my wrists
from where i slit them
with a razor
the scars on my knees
from where i fell
off my bike
the scars on my feet
from walking through
the city streets barefoot
the scar on my arm
from where i put
a cigarette out on it
in a fit of rage
the scar on my hip
from where i put
a too hot crack pipe
in my pocket
i see these scars everyday
and they prove that
i have lived

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