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Poetry story--You are my sky. The only sky. The sky stretches far and wide. You cover me up, make me feel at home. I am home. You are my sky.

Scars

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by yesitstess1112436774

by yesitstess1112436774

I don't have

Any clearly

Visible scars.

All the scars

Are in my head.

They are scars

Of hate and love.

Peace.

Beauty.

Scars don't have to be seen

On the body.

Most scars are seen

In the head.

Past the hair

And through the skull.

Where you scars can't be seen

At all.