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an adjournment of scars, an endearment of stitches
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Blooded scars
"He bore too many scars, mentally, physically, yet I cherished each and every one like it was my own to heal. I loved every scar he carried. I was aware he was wounded. No, wait, deep down I knew his soul was wounded. Still, I loved him. I loved his wounded soul. I-I gave him everything I had in me. EVERYTHING, bu-" She pauses, wiping the tears that began rolling down her eyes, then chuckles to herself. "But what about the scars he inflicted upon me? I could never embrace them. He took everything from me-my body.. my soul and left me wounded. I have nothing left of me at this point. He wounded me beyond repair. So, Tell me Doctor, how can I love my scars? How can I love my wounds? Because as of now, I've completely forgotten how to love at all." ~Scar x Gia~![Don't Try [Poetry]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/145301709-256-k795301.jpg)
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Ceasefire Of The Blues
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