The wounds of the past,
They sting and they hurt
They make us bleed and they make us suffer
They make us feel powerless, but we're not hopeless
We're more than our scars, more than our wounds
We're stronger than we think, we are enough.
The wounds of the past,
They leave scars to remind us
They leave pain to warn us
They leave reminders of what we have suffered
They leave hope and they leave strength
A proof that we are worthy of recovery
A reminder of what we have survived.
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𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼⁞⁞ Poem
Poëzie𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉. 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌--𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖆𝖞 -𝕺𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖈𝖔𝖙𝖙 �...
