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This skin of mine battered and bruised, lashed with an invisible whip, leaving bloody tears on my face and scars visible to the naked eye. The tears come from within from a depth beyond measure. They are started by ignorant people and fuelled by my sorrow, bittersweet memories drive them. A pain within me that is unbelievable, I cannot tell. A pain that leaves me shaking, yearning for more. Leaving me with scars that make me wanna hide, that make me cry day and night. Scars I can't take away, scars I cherish in silence. Scars that I find beautiful for they are my own. If I could do it all again I wouldn't replace my scars for they have made me who and what I am.

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