The Passage of Time
The scars on her wrist
marked the passage of time
in her forgone life
where depression captured
and wouldn't let go
so nowadays
you examine the place
where she transferred her pain
only still hurting in the same place
no more tears
no more marks
the depression strangled
the pain gone away
she's turned a new page
onto another day
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