Both sides of the story

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they see your scars, not their stories

they see your smile, not the pain hidden beneath 

they see your bruises, not what caused them

you hear their words, they carve your scars

you hear their questions, you are forced to smile to make them stop

you feel the hits and kicks, they leave bruises in their trace

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