The Painful Truth by Happy Days
My tears... That flow through my face
My scars... That bleed endlessly...
Down my skin...
Infected...
By the compost heat...
Called life...
Remembering..
All those..
Times where things seems ok..
People always say you cant dwell on the past...
But yet they dont realize..
That the past makes you who you are now..
The suns rays that newer seem to get cold..
As it burns and pierces through my..
Open wounds..
That never seem to heal...
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