Scars remind me of the good old days​

The delightful smell of mom's cooking,​

Always brings the family together​

Falling off a bike,​

To soaring like an eagle​

Grandly celebrating my twelfth year of life​

Scars also remind me of the bad old days​

When I would be stubborn, ​

And get my foot burned,​

When moving was difficult ​

But so often common​

When friends came and went ​

Breaking our promise of forever​

As long as I live, ​

I would constantly have these scars​

They will never fade away​

Scars are memories engraved,​

On the flesh and mind.​

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