These scars on my body
Engrained deeply into my skin, dark lines that can't pretend
People think that I let them define me
That these sad stories are my life
That I could never go on
But they're all wrong
These scars that I love
That are countless and plentiful
Those seen and those hidden
They don't define who I am
But they remind me of the person I can't be again
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
These scars on my body
Engrained deeply into my skin, dark lines that can't pretend
People think that I let them define me
That these sad stories are my life
That I could never go on
But they're all wrong
These scars that I love
That are countless and plentiful
Those seen and those hidden
They don't define who I am
But they remind me of the person I can't be again
september 22//8:06pm
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