There are things you get over
And things you get past
Some wounds will heal
While others will last
The wisdom's in knowing
When it's time to let go.
Quit trying to doctor
Where healing can't grow
Accept that those wounds
Are ones that you'll carry
With each breath you have
Till your body is buried
Let each be a lesson
Checked off as learned
Let each be a scar
You've already earned
So if ever you're faced
With that lesson once more
Just point to you're wound
And slam the damn door.
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