Some wounds never heal. If you remember that fateful day which made it reopen. It never actually healed. Maybe the pain that came with it faded away with time. Think harder, its all self-inflicted, you caused it to happen.
If I'm a flower, I would be a dandelion. A dandelion that somebody took noticed, tried to pluck but gave up. Here I am dangling by my stalk. Waiting, waiting for the wind to blow me away. I'm just hanging in, damn.
Don't ask me what the girl said, I'm pondering about that just like you because I don't know.
Maybe the girl said:
Even its a sip of pain, Its eternity. Remember this day, the day you believed everything would go away.
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