Scars
People have scars
In all sorts of places
Like secret road maps of their personal histories
Diagrams of all their wounds
Most of our wounds heal leaving nothing behind but a memory
But some of them don't
Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut is long gone the pain still lingers
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