Beneath the Surface

Lily

We all have scars.
Mine are hidden beneath ink and smiles, hard to see and easy to feel.
But the most painful ones are deeper.
Branded on my soul, reminding me of what I've lost.
I'm broken.
Sick.
Disturbed.
Then he shows up, and loves my jagged pieces.
But monsters linger long after they're gone, and sometimes you can't outrun their shadows.
No matter how much you ache to forget.
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