The scars we hold,
Those that lie on our living skin
Are not nearly as deep as the ones in our hearts
In our minds, in our souls
The ones that haunt our memories
The memory gun finds the trigger
Then BOOM!
It all goes off
Why are those scars
So much more painful
Then those made in the flesh
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vampire kitty duiva Says:
Wow, that's good. ^^ And it really makes a good point, too.