Scuffed Up Memories

Can we pick up these memories after they've fallen to the floor,
can they be placed back on the shelves just like they were?
you hate to see the scuff marks but I think it gives it character-
you can throw it all away but ima fish it out afterwards
I've stayed silent most nights, to afraid to say a word.
This torture and pain; who could have heard?
The fact of a change could be so absurd.
I think the scuff marks, it gives it character
But for you the memories last farther afterwards.

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