What's in a name,
But a reminder?
Of good, of shame.
Of the truth, the liar--
Who mightn't be the same.
What's in a scar,
But the memory of the blade?
The intent to hurt and mar.
Yes, the mark still remains.
The pain isn't gone, just banished far.
What's in an amount of time,
But going on with the hope to get better?
Only to be dragged back, silent as a mime,
Not fight in your voice, not a scream.
You go along willing, and forget to climb.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
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