I remember all their names,
those who have hurt me
in the past.
Scars tattooed upon
my fragile heart.
They destroyed
my trust,
my dignity,
my self-worth.
Pain inflicted upon the heart
is often the slowest to heal.
I've lived in the shadows,
afraid to face the light.
Does true, honest love
really exist?
I thirst for it,
but am frightened
to taste it.
It is said time heals all wounds.
A long time has passed.
It is time to begin the healing.
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