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My Scar This narrow trench with dark ragged edges   on the dermis in my forehead is an ugly furrow plowed into a burrow. 'Tis but a minor injury and has its own little story on my delicate skin is a lingering rent pathogen's might and audacity to gnaw and lyze leaving this visible scar. Past emotional wounds that maim the spirit leave nary a physical mark but hide in our psyche masked and entrenched even trapped to the very depths. Scars are collagen fibers healed tissues but never gone indelible scars that disfigure are etched forever emotional scars when tended well would heal and fade just as well. by Delilah Causin,  June 7, 2014
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
MY SCAR
My Scar This narrow trench with dark ragged edges   on the dermis in my forehead is an ugly furrow plowed into a burrow. 'Tis but a minor injury and has its own little story on my delicate skin is a lingering rent pathogen's might and audacity to gnaw and lyze leaving this visible scar. Past emotional wounds that maim the spirit leave nary a physical mark but hide in our psyche masked and entrenched even trapped to the very depths. Scars are collagen fibers healed tissues but never gone indelible scars that disfigure are etched forever emotional scars when tended well would heal and fade just as well. by Delilah Causin,  June 7, 2014
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
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