The wounds only bleed,
When the memories return,
To haunt the heart forever,
And to bring the pain again.
The scars only throb,
When the times are remembered,
And the ones who were there,
Are gone. Forever.
The very worst pain of all,
Is when the image of perfection,
Is shattered by the knowledge,
That everything is falling.
The times can be forgotten,
But the marks that are left remain.
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