Spot Light

Memories are in short supply,
Given that we can still get by.
Hurt is what you feel when you hate,
It makes you feel, makes you sedate.

Love will be your savior,
Not god, not your personal favor.
Look around and see,
Why we suffer and why we feel.
Who do you believe yourself to be,
A mirror with a permanent seal.
My scars are eternal,
My scars are mine.
Your love floats as mine...
questing for something we will never find.

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