Stigma of Scars ---

Stigma of Scars --- The stigma of memories and broken dreams...

I am human... who bleeds the same way you do, falls madly in love and cries when broken.
Only when the clock stops will my memories be erased. For nothing else would quench the thirst of my heart, ease its rhythm of a mournful beat. Nothing else would make me forget your face or smile Or your voice that echos through my head… the sound of my conscience. -Stigma of Scars P.S I will forever love you…

Only when the clock stops will my memories be erased.

For nothing else would quench the thirst of my heart,

ease its rhythm of a mournful beat.

Nothing else would make me forget your face or smile

Or your voice that echos through my head… the sound of my conscience.

-Stigma of Scars

P.S I will forever love you…

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