Family fragments II

My parents have been walking trough life wounded,
From the scars they've been carrying,
Their whole life.

A new day,
Brought a new scar,
While the old ones never healed.

Instead,
(The old) scars cut deeper and deeper.
Until one day,
Their souls started to bleed.

And how does one fix a bleeding soul?
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