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Scars by Wrenfenton, literature
Literature
Scars
Candles burn down in a dark room.
Watching the shadows flicker as memories loom.
It's a want,
Never a need.
The want to bleed.
Show me that I'm real,
I do it so I can feel.
They're beautiful in a way you'll never understand.
They're words only I can read,
As I trace them with my hand.
The scars remind me off times I remember so well,
They show me each time I ever fell.
This feeling will pass,
But the scars never leave.
If anyone read them,
They would never believe.
