Scars Fade And Life Goes On.
Scars fade and life goes on
Scabs dry and then fall off
Of fresh cuts, there are none
Scars fade and life goes on.
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The Lonely Recluse.
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The Lonely Recluse
Poetry and Prose
The Lonely Recluse
I like the attitude beneath. Only when we let it heal and stop dwelling, then we will be happy.
Maybe not always happy, but certainly in a far better place. Glad you like it.
The Lonely Recluse.