Stitch

Some things, they say are permanent,
Like the skin struck with ink’s pigment.
But is it really to see?
They are only permanent flawlessly;
Until you want them to be.
They do not fade away easily.

Silence becomes deafening,
When memories start fading.
The times have changed so much
What’s broken can no longer be fixed.
This everlasting pain, how do you numb such?
Dying on repeat, nothing can be stitched.

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Picture Courtesy: https://liebe-sie.deviantart.com/art/broken-134252759

Broken

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