Wounds fade in the quiet nights,
Scars whisper, forever remain.
Time mends the broken parts,
But the Silent echoes of past pains
imprints and remains in the corners of smiles.
Healing is a slow dance with shadows
where hidden scars are a road map of survival.
The traumas may find a place to rest but the scars although hidden are here stay.
Reminders of the strength it took
To face the days.
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