Category : Poems

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The pain presses on my veins 

Like I press on the strings of my guitar.

  My scars look like wrinkles on my face,

 But look...! I'm still beautiful.  
When I remember what I've been through,

 I'm surprised that I'm still alive here.

There are memories that never die,

 Even if they only live once in our lives, dear.