Scars
I caught a glimpse, I wasn't blind Of the scars that lined your skin Notices the burns, the cuts untold Yet you stood there, as if they were invisible I wanted to reach out and ask, to know your truth But you played it off, as if they weren't there at all My heart ached, seeing the pain you endured But you kept it inside, your silent secret concealed
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