Your scars are your spoils of war,
your blood is badge of honor.
Your tears are declaration of war,
your ordnance to fight.
Your ripped heart is war memorial,
your broken pieces are war ruins.
Your wounds are your armor,
your cry is your battle roar.
So let your scars burn,
as their light will give you hope.
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PoesíaA drop of ink defines thousands of memories and millions of emotions. Cover by: Desi_damsel
