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Friday, May 18, 2012

Scarred


It pains me to know so much of it was lies—After all I had done, after all the inseparable ties. Inseparable. Or so I thought…That was until I found out. . . Until you got caught. The heart becomes so fond and then one day it gets bruised. Yeah, bruises heal but right now I feel used. I was your cover up to make it seem like everything was alright. You were happy—or so it seemed—but then turned on me in the night. Oh how I wish that the pains of life were unreal, that the past never hurt us—that it never made us feel. But there it is, an inescapable fate—we all share in life’s pains—we all can relate. At first your heart bleeds and then it will bruise…It then becomes wounded, a scar you’ll never lose. My scar. My wound. My mistakes—not just yours. But hey, we get scars. Over time, they heal. The mark they make never leaves, but rather it fades. As the days pass, the pain of the scar slowly parts... and as we move forward, we learn.