Looking so elegant throughout our life, one of the reason by which we survive. I was also one of those but not for long, as a wound my flesh caught my sight.
Have suffer it through days and night, yet choose to fight. I was not alone to bear the strain, along with me my endear also cried.
As time passed by the wound got healed, it left scars which can't be peeled. The scars has brought some frightening plots, as the loved one wanted to tame down my thoughts.
Why it's so hard to see, I could be like a kintsugi. or maybe like the moon above so far, that resonate light even with the scar.
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