Scarred

I, I think my scars are pretty. I believe each to be a beautiful, emotion-filled work of art that I get to keep on my person forever. 

 

I, I will never forget the initial rush of blood after finally breaking through the skin. God it felt so good. 

 

I, I see my scars as beautiful. Why? 

 

Because each is a battle that I, I have overcome.

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