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Mar 2018
Every battle
Lost with myself
Is etched on my forearm
Every tear
That has rolled down my cheek
Has a space there too
They tell my story
They show my past
And my present
But were not done yet
And I can't
Erase
These
Scars
a poem to my mother who wants me to get plastic surgery to remove my scars
Aaryn
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Aaryn  14/Androgynous/ON THE MOON
(14/Androgynous/ON THE MOON)   
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