Life is a knife with serrated edges.
Our deepest wounds may be self-inflicted.
Unhealed because we chose to ignore it.
Instead, we applied gauze as a disguise.
Then we realise it has become infected.
Now twice the size, it is too late to incise
what lies underneath.
Though the original wound we did not make,
we alone are responsible for our healing.
A bleeding scar is as appealing as a chipped vase,
No matter how pretty the flowers are.
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