Some Scars from III by The Cassandra Dilemma

Never in a thousand years could this have been predicted.
The loss of unison, the decay of seclusion and baring witness to a life's conclusion is a strange set of events to make you feel human.
Take the good with the bad, it's all you've got not what you'd had.
Life roots in death as sorrow couples neglect.
The silver lining exposed is that you actually have control.
Forget the world you knew, do more than just get through.
Out with the old and in with the new.
A better life begins with an admission.
We'd been doing it wrong all the while, all along.
Some scars heal beautifully, some stains just won't come out.
Cast no doubt.
Set aside the shame, the remaining of composure shows all you've gained. Some scars heal beautifully, some scars are calling your name.
Rekindled from ashes, all life begins in a casket.
Some scars hold regret, some absolve you of your dread.
Some scars breed passion.

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