I hate my scars, but, I love them.
Looking down, seeing month old scars, still there. Perfectly.
Covering them up with braclets.
Just so no one can see.
I'm stronger than this.
I'm okay.
Remember that.
Always.

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The One That Got Away
Teen FictionIm 15, Living life with depression, anxiety, panic disorders, social anxiety and who knows what else. Read this and you will understand my life more. *MATURE READING*
Scars
I hate my scars, but, I love them.
Looking down, seeing month old scars, still there. Perfectly.
Covering them up with braclets.
Just so no one can see.
I'm stronger than this.
I'm okay.
Remember that.
Always.