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Heal.

The wounds that I dreaded all day have healed my bruised body.

Shooting Star.

The nightmares kept pushing me down into the deep dark hole of survival.

Scribble.

Some battles fought; survived and lost.

Issues.

She sees a soul trapped in a body with self worth issues.

Words.

Merely looking at the stars, admiring the moon, and feeling the cold breeze was my delight.

Dark.

All I could see was, his dark brown eyes staring at me.

Life and Death.

I wonder if I’ve ever let you know, my feelings for you were so true and pure.

Reflection.

I kept searching for you. To talk to you about how my day went.

Revenge.

Now the melodies have changed and your words have lost their rhyme.

Hurt.

The wonderful dreams turned into nightmares when you started deceiving my sight.

Cheers.

Here’s to the words that dig deeper than the wounds.