The hurt

October 31, 2018

My scars my be healed over, but they are still so fresh.

That heart may still be beating, but it still feels beaten.

My voice proud, loud, and strong, but still quivers in uncertainty.

My eyes view all of my beauty, but still blinded by the haunting past.

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