Scars and Ink and Love
Heather Nann

My scars. I wish I had your strength. Your optimism. My scars scare me. I still feel them, itching and burning. Should I share them in a picture like this, or hide them away. Guess I chose to share. So ugly, but here they are. Not sure if this is courage or sickness.

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