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Scars

Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.

This scar I just created.

When I was so low, I cut with a blade.

I'm helpless and hopeless

That seeing these scars left on my arms.

Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;

Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.

But seeing these scars helps me see.

That I survived so much trauma and now I am free

♥♥♥

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