We both carry the scars,
the ones from our darkest day.
I for the life I lived,
He from the life I lived.
Dark with dispair, was I.
To carry my dispair, did he.
How I long to speak, to him,
of our scars.
He must have luved me,
as I long to luv them now.
This is a dream we share,
the scars that bind us ...
Eternally.
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