There is so much beauty hidden beneath a simple scar.
They hold the mystery or the adventure or the tragedies that make us individuals.
The jagged lines or the straight through cuts or the gnashes on our wrists make us survivors.
There is so much life hidden beneath the faults on our bodies and we hide them to make us feel like we never did the things we did... but why?
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
There is so much beauty hidden beneath a simple scar.
They hold the mystery or the adventure or the tragedies that make us individuals.
The jagged lines or the straight through cuts or the gnashes on our wrists make us survivors.
There is so much life hidden beneath the faults on our bodies and we hide them to make us feel like we never did the things we did... but why?
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