Some scars don't go Away
When you cut and you cry
Your hope is to Not die
People have those stupid Mottos
When life gives you
Lemons, make lemonade?
But what about those Unripe lemons?
The ones that fall too soon? But
With all the lines and tears
You'll never forget The first cut
Some scars can't go away
Bruises mend people Say
Not the memory
Why, what, where, when How?
How can you get over it? Hope
Could it be all you have
Eventually You'll forget the
Bruises Drive the memory out
Sight of the Scars
Make your hope
A Reality
Reality that the Scars
Are who you Are

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