Scars

Scars, They run deep,Wounds sitting under the surface,Invisible, but yet so present,Cuts.They burst open,Negative thoughts and past encounters reshape,Scratches.Marks left on your heart, present but yet so subtle,Waiting for a pang of emotions to hit like a wave.Scabs.We ignore it, but then every once in a while we pick at it.Peeling back and reopening what…

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