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There are words that I form together
With the strings of feelings in my heart
To make these poems
For someone said poems can heal our wounds
But as stubborn as I am
There are wounds, I would not like to heal
Wounds that I had for so long
and yet I am still not numb to its pain
Wounds I would like to keep hurting
Because as stupid as it gets
I would like to be in pain
Than to forget our memories together
Thats why inside my head
Are words that are in a jumbled mess
Because there are words better left unsaid.
~eris'
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Scintilla
Poetrysomething you might want to read when you're too drunk in love you don't remember what being sober feels like
