fire burns and swords sting

Yes, life is great here, I’ve got everything I could ever want, I—

 

She looks at my scars, ripped and torn flesh.

 

This Earth has not been kind to you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No,                                                 no it hasn’t.

 

 

Some of the scars you can see, some you can’t, some you’d never understand, some I wish you couldn’t. But hey, fire burns and swords sting, that’s just the way the story goes.

Trust me I’d erase all of it if I could, but it’s written into my skin with a permanent marker these old eyes are gonna have a hard time seeing straight again.

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