"Scars fade, but they still leave marks right?"

The Guardian Angel : Okay poet, pipe down

Abel : "Put away the writings, writer" they say.

Do that and kill the only thing that keeps me alive?

You either die in peace or live in grief, I take the road in between, I fall in love.

A part of me is left behind in a place embedded carefully in my wandering mind.

Months later, the thoughts take me back to the night when everybody has taken a leave, bidding goodbye.

Now, the part of me that was meant to be in one place

is scattered away in several spaces.

Each of which is being held captive by people traveling further and further away.

And every one of those times I’m left alone with the same old wandering mind

It makes my heart bleed as I remember the same old part that was left behind.

The same old part that was never meant to be left behind.

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