Scabs & Scars
I'm still here walking in the land of the living, constantly looking at the cards I was given. Believing my end will be better than my beginning. My past, I can never relive again. I somewhat have knowledge of my sins, somehow I'm given another chance again. My eyes, are open. Scabs became scars, reclaimed my queen to build better than what we are.
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