Scars that are not visible in the eyes
Carved deep in one's bloody heart
Marks where the experience of a person lies
It is a trace of an individual's finest art
Some are stories to tell
And some are hidden to the world
Keeping it made our feelings dwell
Covering it up, pretend we are in our dreamworld
The past was written in permanent ink
It already happened, nothing can be done.
That's our reality no matter how much we blink
You just have to face it and don't run.
Even we try to forget and hate,
Our past will always hunt us down
Let's accept it and embrace our fate
Because that's the only way for us not to get drown
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Inner Thoughts
PoetryThis is not just a compilation of poems, prose, monologues and one shot stories, but it is a piece of my heart. Every word, every sentence, and every story in this book has been beautifully assembled over time, with love and care. This is a book fil...
