2017
04.01

A part of a poem I wrote years and years ago for a friend.  Over seven years ago, in fact, and it became a poem on its own, and it’s still painfully true no matter how I wish it wasn’t.

But I’m working on making it less true.  I hope one day I’ll be able to look back on it and no longer feel like it’s anything more than just another scar.

Content warning: I don’t think there’s much in here that would warrant one, but let me know if I’m wrong about that.  Talking of scars, though.

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