there are these scratches u didn't feel when u got them but now u like to run ur fingers over them
small bruises from when someone held too tightly and now they are ur Deja vu of the source but also of the healing
and even still we continue to be careless with ourselves and clumsy with others
inevitably we will give and receive scars and once u get over that
things won't look the same as before the initial hit
and u go on to realize that maybe some scars are beautiful and necessary after all
it is as if they were there all along
- Author: tstthesoup ( Offline)
- Published: December 28th, 2021 16:20
- Category: Forgiveness
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