I love my scars,
Beautiful, ugly, deep or shallow,
They are a permanent reminder of my strength,
A constant reminder that I have made it through shit,
And that adds to the beauty of them,
Coz no one else understands me more than I do.
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Tales Of The Heart
PoetryStories of a broken heart and a lost soul that is still pushing to move on and find a life ,in poetry form. Memories still stuck in the mind yet the pain so deep to bear. Struggles too many to withstand but with time it gets better.
