a pinch is short and painful, but doesn't last for more than seconds,
a bruise, tender, but it doesn't last, it heals and leaves,
a wound, much more painful, stays much longer,
but it either heals and fades or stays and leaves a mark,
a scar, something that will always will be felt,
the only thing that truly stays till the end,
and if you should ask me which one you are,
my answer would be,
my biggest scar.
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
