Saturday, March 11, 2017


I’m not afraid of scars
Scars are like souvenirs
They mark the moments
The failures
The mistakes
The lapses
They mark the illnesses and injuries
They’re like the lines on the doorjamb that show the child’s growth through the years
Like mileposts
So, yeah, cut me again
I’m not afraid of scars

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