Scars
Smile! You look nervous.
Is it the scars? You wanna
Know how I got them?
-
My drunk father put
A knife in my mouth and slashed
This grin from ear to ear,
-
Laughing madly as –
You really should smile, I think.
Here, let me show you…

Scars
Smile! You look nervous.
Is it the scars? You wanna
Know how I got them?
-
My drunk father put
A knife in my mouth and slashed
This grin from ear to ear,
-
Laughing madly as –
You really should smile, I think.
Here, let me show you…
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