Me, My Life, and My Scars

Me, My Life, and My Scars

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The cuts on my wrist tell a story of a girl who has seen the worst of the worst. My scars and bruises tell a story of a angel living in hell. The past makes me stronger, everyday I pray for my life to get better; and I will until it does. This is my story of my life, although it may not the happiest. It's the truth. Hard to understand why a world in your eyes can be so beautiful, but in mine can be so cruel and demeaning sometimes it makes me want to end my life just to get of of it. This is me, my life, and my scars,
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"I'm not a beautiful, I'm ugly". I said as he holds my hand. "Your beautiful and your broken". He said as he rest his head on my forehead. "They say 'She's beautiful, but broken'. I am broken and I always will be broken". I said as he pressed his soft lips on mine. "Not for long". He said as he holds my chin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story had inspired me to write this, so, don't steal my storyline. Warning! There will be violence There will be self harm There will be bad language

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