You're still pretty with you scars,
Wether they can see it or not,
You are much more than your scars,
That beauty, that history, your strength for life,
You're strong,
Because you created something brand new out of a wreckage,
Against every odd,
There might be some visible or invisible damage but all I see is
Someone beautiful who survived
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
