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It's Ok, You Can....

Go on..... Touch me.

Trace, my scars.

Ask me..... I'll tell you.

Of bullets, bombs, and shrapnel.

Howling winds, screams of pain.

Of the dying and the maimed.

And I knew each ........and 

every name.

These scars are mere reminders.

It's the hidden ones, behind my eyes, behind the mask.

The ones, that burn..... bright.

Of those, I won't say.

So.....

Don't 

Ask.

Giajl © Jim Love