People have scars

In all sorts of places

Like secret road maps of their personal histories

Diagrams of all their wounds

Most of our wounds heal leaving nothing behind but a memory

But some of them don't

Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut is long gone the pain still lingers


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