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Scars
Don't stare at my scars if you cannot see past them, see me.
Each one, an etched story,..branding me as not only hurting, but also as a fighter.
The scars themselves were not painful,
it was the cruel weight behind them that pushed the blade into my arm.
The things leading up to my uncertain hand I could not disarm.
Cuts inch their way up my arms,
the pain lingering only in my heart and not tallied on my limbs
as if life is keeping score.
