The Marks

You never know who,
Has those marks.
Like bracelets that can never come off,
Hidden under sleeves.
The obsession,
The sadness,
Loneliness.
But you aren’t alone,
I’m there too.
I’m right next to you.
Look around!
You were never alone.
The marks are gone.
Love heals all.





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