we will never know what tomorrow brings, but we always know the scars from yesterday.
it cuts deep, splitting our skin in two.
but we know it will heal on the next day.
the scar heal itself by passing by the connective tissues, going through the dermis to the epidermis.
just like us, we heal ourselves by going through the layers of time and space.
we keep things loud in our mind but quiet in the mouth, not letting anybody else to see.
and at the end, we're on top of our depressing days, beginning a new life with the new skin.
with the new person standing next to us.
—Zayn
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CHARCOAL - ziam
FanfictionThe aftermath of a young poet, Zayn and a not much younger doctor, Liam's affair. - - - - - - - All poetries are originally written by the writer.
