Eyes.

Our eyes behold the secrets

Of the darkest hours we spent while

Trying to destroy ourselves. 

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Scars

Our scars
Tell the stories
Of the silent screams
Of those silent nights
When bleeding wounds were the only companion we had.
Our scars
Tell the stories
Of the soulful shouts
Of those sunny days
When we yearned to heal.

~©revti.

first post.

We die
When we Stop 
to live.