"To Write Love..." ~ The Sequel
being closer to gone
this harsh darkness of reality faded
I wonder sometimes
if it was ever as bright
as my memory wants to believe that it was
It's so much like the scars
I guess that it's meant
to cover or somehow represent
But then everything changes
in the fresh light of day
and the things my arm holds go away
I don't want to forget
but this pain never stops
when it's something this intensely mine
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