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May 2014
I never once thought I would live this long.
Always assumed I would be buried by this point.
The scars i wear each tell a story
Each one tells of a mistake i made in a fight.

My shoulder blade was taken by a gun.
My back has  Kukri knife memories spanning it
My legs have so many stab wounds in them
I do not regret obtaining any of them.
Written by
Spith Azikari
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