The Wound Do Lie

Old wounds tended to fester if left untreated

Infected by an idea

So strong it takes on life


Wiggles into the depths of your mind

Takes root

Molding the most important part of you

The little words mean the most

In a room of darkness without light

If a lie becomes reality

Take flight

For the words he said

Of never being loved

Then remember it was a lie to begin with 

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