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I was healing, The wounds were healing, The tears had stopped, The demons had fallen to sleep, The blood had dried up, So had the pillows, I was healing. But then, I picked at the scabs, And I bled again, And it left behind A scar. I was healing, But now I can't. I was healing, But now I have scars. I was healing, But not anymore.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:26 AM UTC
Wounds and scars
I was healing, The wounds were healing, The tears had stopped, The demons had fallen to sleep, The blood had dried up, So had the pillows, I was healing. But then, I picked at the scabs, And I bled again, And it left behind A scar. I was healing, But now I can't. I was healing, But now I have scars. I was healing, But not anymore.
The wound healed and closed up, but the scar remained. ©Semicolon
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:26 AM UTC
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