I keep trying to mend my wounds, keep telling myself that they do not matter beneath the light of love..
I keep reminding myself that I am lucky, to love someone as you and to be loved by you.. but I do scratch my wounds that do not show under my smile. I keep smiling and wishing for a better future, a dream that I can only fictionize. Reality however comes more painful and creates new scars that are yet unseen with the naked eye.
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