repairing

my hearts on the mend,

my cuts and wounds covered,

with gauze of hope and love,

from those who are true,

but i still bleed through my bandages,

so i unwrap and bleed a little more,

before i can once again,

cover them with my smiles.

but i still must walk the thousand miles,

to get to acceptance,

and let my tears fall to the ground,

and never see them again,

and my heart will truely mend.

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