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My knees were always bruised and cut. I would try to scrub them with soap and water. Trying to get rid of the horror that was upon my legs. I gave up on that now. I learned every bruise, every cut, every scar, told a story. The story could tell a lesson. Or just a good memory. But I am glad that I gave up on that scrubbing.
