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Jul 2013
The scars on her legs,
Like little white valleys
Carved out not by years of water,
But by years of pain,
Paint a beautiful picture
Of despair
And sadness
And solitude
But mostly
Of hope
And recovery.
For there are no red rivers flooding the valleys
Anymore
For my little sister
Insomnimaniac
Written by
Insomnimaniac  New York
(New York)   
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