She thought she had been healed,
Of her wounds and pains,
She thought she had been mended,
Of the tears and cuts.
Time hasn't done much to heal her,
Seasons hasn't done much to erode the hurts,
Nightfall hasn't done much to cloak her traumas,
Maternity hasn't done much to blank the injuries.
She carried them on the inside,
They journey each mile with...
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