Scars Beside
Scars are left so deep into the skin.
They are never truely gone.
They are always dwindling at your soul. Dwindling at your mind.
Presuming at your emotions.
The scars beside my arms are cleaving toward my eyes.
The scars beside my legs are ripping at my eyes.
The scars beside my body are killing my heart.
Scars of a broken heart,
a knife,
a loss,
a pain,
are all scars of the heart,
soul,
mind.
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