There’s a scar on my heart that refuses to fade
– an unwanted companion of sorts,
and it’s building bridges that can’t be burnt
and unlocking cobwebbed doors
with keys I thought I had long buried.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC
There’s a scar on my heart that refuses to fade
– an unwanted companion of sorts,
and it’s building bridges that can’t be burnt
and unlocking cobwebbed doors
with keys I thought I had long buried.
Old habits die hard.
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