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These are our stories, they are what leads us back home, everyone has at least one because these are our lives.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 73 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 4 - Published: 03-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3002197
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These scars are the words in my book,
The coffee stains upon my desk,
They are the tales that I cannot share,
And the stories I forget.
That time I fell over and made a friend,
Or the gravel that got caught my palms.
A sharp wince of pain and the memory's a stain.
The notches in the bark are the notches in my skin.
And the path that leads me home.
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