Bruised
Stained and marred
Galaxy underneath the skin
Painful business card
Can't let them win
Blood abrupt within
Reminders that you survived
Stings like sin
Once broken in, it becomes ruined
Flower petals torn off the stem
Temporary tattoos made up of subsequent torment
Carry on a whim
Hell bent
Soon it'll heal and you have nothing to lose
For this is what we call a bruise
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