I was picking at a scab and opened up an old wound.
As soon as the memories of you began to bleed out, I knew I was doomed.
I should’ve never ripped off the band-aid.
I should’ve just let the feelings fade…
But now the dried up memories are fresh again.
I think about you now and then.
I wish I could just close the wound for good, but it’s deep.
It’s one of the scars that I will forever have to keep.
I will look down at it and always remember the fall, the fall for you.
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Hi readers! I'm Amie, the author. Thanks for stopping by my blog! I wrote my first story in the second grade, and it was called "How the Bat Got its Wings". That was the moment I fell in love with writing, at the young age of 8. I have been writing ever since. And, when you believe in something and love something, you share it with the world. So welcome to my world and welcome to my words! I post every Sunday, so be sure to stop by then! And, don't just scroll through– read, engage, and enjoy! Thank you all for your support! It means more than the world to me!
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