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In silent whispers, scars unveil,
Their tales told; their wounds sealed.
Yet beneath the surface, ignites,
A searing pain, in the whispers of night.
Do these flames ignite anew,
Or echo the pain that once withdrew?
People ask me why poetry. Because they sing beauty into my ugly emotions and burning scars.
Picture is from Pintrest ♡
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