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Nov 16
I am aware of the voices
Aware of the choices
That led to these scars
Each one is beautiful
Each one is dark
Each one tells a story
Of how they left their mark
Some are from anger
Some are from pain
Some of these scars even have a name
I remember how they cut me
How I felt ashamed
In a moment of weakness
Iā€™d play a little game
Sink the blade deeper
Grit me teeth through the pain
Each one of these scars
Tells a story
No two are the same
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Shane Michael Stoops
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Shane Michael Stoops  47/M/Mo Valley, IA
(47/M/Mo Valley, IA)   
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