scar shaming
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These scars of mine
are like a scrap book with memories
I’ve got the good,
the bad don’t bother me,
scrape the ugly away with my tears.
My pain never fades away
I own a body covered by scars.
Months ago I had to go to the E.R.,
(an infection in my lip)
and the doctor saw those scars
lining the inside of my wrist
and if he thought I missed
