Scars
Scars are love,
what is love?
Love is in the scars.
Scars are pictures of the past.
Pictures nobody wants to see.
Pictures that everlast.
Scars are who we are.
Scars are ghosts from a far.
Scars are maps of the future.
Maps to places we came from.
Maps to places we have to go.
Scars are made from misery.
Misery comes from memories.
The knife cuts deep.
The blood flows fast.
The scar is born.
The scar never dies.
What is a scar?
The scar is me.
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