Wounds will start to heal in time
but scars will never fade.
From what I’ve felt of glory days
I know that scars can stain.
If life itself was a scar
Then we would all live forever,
But we don’t, and therefore,
Life is but a wound.
Scars don't blend,
Scars don't heal,
Scars are not always physical,
but scars are all ways real.
The deepest knife in the deepest wound
Twisted just for pleasure.
A scar is left as a memory.
Memories are forever.
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