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Aug 2015
These you cannot see.
Mine are hidden
beneath the surface.

They take on a different meaning.
A world of hurt and betrayal.
Many have been here before.
I, far too much.

Mine cannot be seen.
Not on the surface.
My scars.
Kirsten Bailey
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Kirsten Bailey
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