The past hurts,
I have scars and scratches,
Open wounds that
Will never heal.
I patiently await the day
That something from the present
Will heal me.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoesíaPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
day 275
The past hurts,
I have scars and scratches,
Open wounds that
Will never heal.
I patiently await the day
That something from the present
Will heal me.
