scar shaming

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  These scars of mine  are like a scrap book with memories I’ve got the good, the bad don’t bother me, scrape the ugly away with my tears.   My pain never fades away
I own a body covered by scars. Months ago I had to go to the E.R., (an infection in my lip) and the doctor saw those scars lining the inside of my wrist and if he thought I missed
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