literature

Bruises

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The colors of sadness,
All blacks and dark blues,
Like the painful reminder,
Of an unsightly bruise.

Depression is plastered,
Plain on your face,
Nothing can wipe it,
Without a trace.

It stings like a cut,
With pain clear as day,
It aches like the bruise,
But it won't go away.
It does hurt.
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