Battle Scars
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When you're the girl who always gets hurt you put up walls. Against everybody. McKenzie was that girl. She was the one who always saw the glass as half empty. The kind of girl who didn't care about anyone or anything. She was cold and shallow. McKenzie was the girl with the battle scars. The kind of scars you couldn't see physically. But you knew they were there. But what happens when a life changing event happens and McKenzie has a chance to hide the parts of her that she doesn't want people to see? What happens when she gets the chance to be somebody new? This change could either make or break her. I know you're thinking, "What could possibly break a broken soul?" Well the one thing that can break the already broken McKenzie, was also the one thing that gave her the chance for change in the first place. Her saving grace could also be her destruction if she didn't play her cards right.
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