You said it would heal with passing time,
a moment I have yet to see;
a time I no longer bled
and scabs replaced my wound.
A scar must conceal
what happened here
when I lost
part of
me.
a moment I have yet to see;
a time I no longer bled
and scabs replaced my wound.
A scar must conceal
what happened here
when I lost
part of
me.


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