"Time does not always heal all wounds. You're still a unhealed wound after all these years. You're the wound that always reopens no matter how many time it's been stitched up. It was never a scar because scars don't hurt but you do. You leave a mark not only on my skin but in a permanent haven in my mind where it lives to remind me of you .On cold nights when I feel empty, I'll revisit you and I guess that's the best piece I had left of you
-memories "
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕