Slowly peeling of shards of history and memories.
Scared of what to find underneath.
My fingers acing, my heart is pounding.
Drops of tears and blood.
Still I keep scratching off.

Skin starts to appear.
With a long way to go.
Hope to blossom along the way.
But still it still won’t show.

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