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The scars from the past
are still covered up with plasters,
and time didn’t do its job to heal
the wound from the disasters
that I had hoped would disappear
but it’s a chip on my shoulders
I can’t brush off, and its claws cling.
Stitches are open and the pain lingers.
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You paint such a vivid picture with your poetry Joana 🙂💕
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Thank you 🥺🤗 I appreciate you so much Amy.
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You’re very welcome Joana 😊 I appreciate your support as well!
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Deep and painful. Beautifully penned dear Joana. 💕
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Thank you so much ❤️
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