I sometimes wonder if the scars will fade,
Like memories I avoid visiting,
Haunting me,
No matter how hard I try,
they come to me like smoke spreading,
diffusing,
Slowly,
Burning my lungs,
Choking me,
I wonder if it will ever stop to hurt.
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Poetry'I walk alone with bruises and scars, some over my body and some inside of me' TRIGGER ALERT!! Do not read if you get easily disturbed with topics like racism, rape, depression, sucide and death.. *Winner of Equestrian awards!! *2nd place in the BLO...
