There are scars on my heart

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That time cannot unweave.

Once, I shaped each part,

Thread by thread, I believed.

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** I wove a pattern, delicate and true—**

But it unraveled.

Why did it come undone, too soon?

On this lonely road I’ve traveled.

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** What was the purpose?**

For these scars that mark my heart.

Left abandoned at the circus

Of promises torn apart.

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** They say you shouldn’t regret,**

To learn from where you’ve been.

But it was tangled from the onset,

**Threads entwined on him. **