The paradox of living life
While not knowing who you are
You’ve never done this thing before
And don’t know where to start
You don’t know anyone else at first
Though trust got you this far
Until a few good people hurt you once
And out of fear, left you a scar
So you walk along, intending good
And walk along the stars
But the scar on your left wrist still smarts
And you learn that blood’s close to your heart
Now the story turns, questioning intent
This was no accidental mar
Along comes another with crystalline eyes
And reminds you of who you are
But there’s your scar
Where’s their intent
You both bear arms
And out of fear, your blood is not spent
You don’t mean to harm
It’s accidental dissent
Another scar
Now a tattoo of a lesson you wish you could prevent
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A Lesson You Could Prevent

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