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If upon my body, there was a scar,

for every single hurt endured.

Mapped out like the night skies stars,

for everyone to explore.

Would you ask me about my life?

Would you care to know my pain?

My deepest scars cut like a knife,

and bring me so much shame.

So many are hiding deep inside.

I have dressed them with a smile.

Closed off and covered by my pride,

and my own foolish denial.

There is a story to every scar.

Tell me what do they reveal?

The journey I have travelled thus far,

yet, my deepest cuts still heal...