She stuffed her room with new magazines every month.
They were a bunch of glossy pictures, attractive to her young eyes.
Her heart wished to have the kind of flawless, porcelain face the
models wore.Little did she know, she was perfect without all the foundation she
covered her battle scars with.
Battle scars aren't supposed to be beautiful; they're a symbol of
bravery.
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Poetry❝Pictures that bleed more words than your lips would ever say.❞ (#27 in poetry on 09/08/2016) [© Quotes are mine; the pictures aren't.]