(To have believed, again...)
She said it would hurt once,
and that it would be worth it.
I ran a hand over my scars—
they yet burned my heart.
I knew I would hurt for eternity,
worse, because I yet believed,
and believing failed me
again.
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Benie Writes 
Well said👏 very beautiful poem! Thank you
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I am glad you think so, thank you so much! 😀
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You have a way of expressing yourself through poems.
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And in truth, I express myself better in my lines, through poetry. Thank you so much! 😊
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I’m so deeply moved in the way you structure out your thoughts in your verse Scarred. You practically adorn the page with so much dignity, – to have believed agan. God!!! Your beautifully embellished page makes me cry, for I know scarred has a permanent effect on the mind, because that in itself is the healing process.
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I agree, scarred has a permanent effect.
This piece came out of a deep scar. And I have to admit… I shed a tear or more before I wrote it. The words would play and replay in my mind day and night. I couldn’t wait to bleed it all out.
I am glad and sad that you felt my lines here, because Scarred is depth.
Thank you for your expression ❤
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Yes i felt, exactly so
How you bled
❤, you are most welcome
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Surprising how this piece was on 1st Of November and something in relation to this piece happened to me on 1st
Some depth right here💜
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The depth ❤
I am glad these lines spoke to you and, though sad, it is also comforting to relate. Thank you for sharing as much ☺
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