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Heal.

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

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.

Crowd.

Craving isolation, embracing myself, I slept on the couch.

Revenge.

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

Growth.

I respect them for they were just being themselves.

Cheers.

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