You cannot see my scars. Because I do not wear them. I store them. Cultivate them. Cradle them. And keep them.
I am luckier than most. Whose scars are displayed. When they stare far away, and their lips begin to crack. I choose to tuck mine inside. Where no one can trace them with trembling finfer that mean nothing to me. MY scars belong to my heart. And I am happy to keep them there.
-kpk
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The Untold Story
PoetryJust a bunch of sayings I either wrote myself of Ive gotten from others. Wil give credit to those whom ive taken from.
