The scars I have I wear them proudly, cause the pain they have inflicted in me was not in vain, every line a new story, every scratch a new poem. But do not try to judge me, because I didn’t do them on purpose, things just happened to hit me and left me in trouble. However, troubles go away from time to time and consequences stay even you try to put them away, so they’re not just scars but constant reminders of everything I’ve done to keep me alive.

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