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May 2016
There are scars
on my heart,

made by
empty promises
words without meaning,

There are scars
on my hands,

made by
holding on too tight
to something that isn’t there

There are scars
in my mind,

made by
a fear that what I have
isn’t real

But thanks to you,
they’ve started to heal.
Written by
Kellen K
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