The Scar

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Wishing I had a scar
For when I lost my uncle, dog, fish
When a close friendship simply fades away

Moments like these when a person grows
We learn to change, adapt, and mature
Whether it’s for the better or for the worst

Whether these scars hurt us physically or emotionally
We start to put up walls around us
Hoping that these walls can protect
Hoping that we no longer feel threaten

We don’t realize it
We don’t see it
Colors begin to smudge
We go blind in vision

Walls keep us away
Away from the truth
Truth that we hurt our self’s
By placing walls we lose sight
We no longer see those scars
The scars we wish we had





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