Scar Tissue
You knew I was already damaged, before I fell for you. Fractured, bruised and riddled with scar tissue.
You knew I was terrified of letting anyone else in. Only for them to bring nothing but lies cleverly disguised as truth. Taking the wealth of my love, leaving muddy tracks and broken pieces of the belief in love I've tried ever so desperately to hold onto on the floor.
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