Time is supposed to heal all wounds,
but not his
and not hers.
They were given scars.
Scars that will be there when they die.
She gave him hers,
and he game her his.
Her’s started small but never stopped coming.
His appeared and have not gone away.
Time does not see them as normal.
Time has plans for them.
Their wounds never come without pain
they always felt something
never the same pain twice.
He couldn’t take it so he left this world
She withstood the test of time
Till her dying breath and till the pain final left.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Category: Sad
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