You open me up, you bleed me dry, you find the places, you cut way too deep… I close up, I heal from the wounds, I replenish and flourish, I prevail over you’re deadly quake.
Time can take away the wounds but the scars left are like a memory and each, scar, has it’s own story, it’s own lesson I either learned by or have only another, scar, leading from it forming a familiar shape to remind me until I’ve learned leaving one big, scar, on my heart.
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