We hold some scars sacred
The slashes in our hearts
The cuts that never heal
Mostly, those unseen,
Those so deep that no one even knows they exist
Inside the heart
On the surface of the soul
We can’t let them go
While savoring the burn
Scars
We hold some scars sacred
The slashes in our hearts
The cuts that never heal
Mostly, those unseen,
Those so deep that no one even knows they exist
Inside the heart
On the surface of the soul
We can’t let them go
While savoring the burn
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Indeed.
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Well written and I find this very true.
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Thank you. 🙂
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So true
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Wonderful and so true.
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Thank you.
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Very welcome xxx
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Very good Leslie !….I wrote a song a long time ago that had a similar line in it…” Lord I’ve bitten , but I don’t mind the bite “………The older you get the more meaningful your sentiment becomes……some pain is forever….
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That’s a great line.
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