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With time wounds heal,
but wounds leave scars.
scars that go deep from love,
polished steel pointed straight,
aiming at a target
that is already dead.
A quick finger brings
long term relief, relief
from the pain that seeps
through tears in my eyes,
a hollow heart now that
was quick to love the impossible,
fooled into believe that
dreams can come true,
but once again dreams
are only illusions that
nightmares come from, and
now my nightmare is upon
me once again, but this
time I've come prepared
with a quick finger and
some polished steel; my
final resting place is
only one pull away...goodbye.