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I'm scared of people seeing them. No one ever has. Yet, I wish someone would. Because it would mean That they see me. The pain, the thoughts, the feelings. Me. I'm not scared of people seeing them. they are not shameful. they are beautiful, they are me. Who am I? My past is in them. the pain I felt the thoughts I had the feelings I felt. That is me. "The Scars do not define you." They do. A part of me is in them. Therefore, beauty is in them. When you see me: look at them analyse them What do you see? Me.
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 12:54 AM UTC
my self harm scars
I'm scared of people seeing them. No one ever has. Yet, I wish someone would. Because it would mean That they see me. The pain, the thoughts, the feelings. Me. I'm not scared of people seeing them. they are not shameful. they are beautiful, they are me. Who am I? My past is in them. the pain I felt the thoughts I had the feelings I felt. That is me. "The Scars do not define you." They do. A part of me is in them. Therefore, beauty is in them. When you see me: look at them analyse them What do you see? Me.
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 12:54 AM UTC
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