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but a scar; marring the freckled skin of my arms & the dips and valleys of my thighs. an unhealed wound that echos in the cavern surrounding the pieces of my heart that lay scattered along the shore of my spirit. each day glides across my skin like a knife, cutting deeper and deeper into the depths of my body, bringing nothing but sorrow, pain, and the whispered words: "be strong."
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Jul 7, 2022
Jul 7, 2022 at 2:09 PM UTC
my strength is not a gift
but a scar; marring the freckled skin of my arms & the dips and valleys of my thighs. an unhealed wound that echos in the cavern surrounding the pieces of my heart that lay scattered along the shore of my spirit. each day glides across my skin like a knife, cutting deeper and deeper into the depths of my body, bringing nothing but sorrow, pain, and the whispered words: "be strong."
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Jul 7, 2022
Jul 7, 2022 at 2:09 PM UTC
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