Scars
The open,
raw wound has healed. The blood has stopped oozing. The pain is a vague memory.
But, the scars... the scars, they remain. The heart-wrenching pain and the acute
sense of loss - they ease. Really, they do. But, the scars... the scars, they
remain. The incident has become a series of hazy images, seemingly surreal. But,
the scars... the scars, they remain.
Time, they
say, heals all wounds.
But, the
scars... the scars! They remain.
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written by Lin MH, 08 June 2014. All original content.
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