Wounds
She ripped open the girls wound
not aware of the pain it would inflict to her victim
because opening a new wound
won't bring back old memories
old scars?
They arn't lodged that far
it isn't that easy to forget
the things you have ever felt or said
Everytime you bring up my faults
you make me fall short of myself
you make me feel broken
My heart feels as though it has been constricted
safacated under your grasp
This is what happens when you uncover the veil of the past
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