Let Me Go, Let Me Fly

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Let me go

Let me fly

Away from all this

These scars 

They do not hurt 

But they cause harm

Each memory

Each time 

A scar has formed 

No one sees them but me 

They ask why

What I mean 

They do not understand

They do not see 

I do not expect them to

For they do not know

All I have went through 

All I have seen 

All I have felt 

These scars 

Are not seen

Are not shaped 

Are not formed

From a cut

Or a scrape

For these scars

Cannot be seen

With a hand lens

With the eye

But with the heart 

So let me go

Let me fly

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