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Scarred

 

My scars are the seams

That hold me together

Pieces of me like a patchwork quilt

Telling a story, my story.

 

Sometimes I fall apart

And a new seam has to be made

But it’s what keeps me together

It’s what keeps me alive.

 

Each seam has a story

My story

Of strength and courage

And of falling apart.

 

So think what you want

I do not care

These scars are what make me

They make me who I am.

 

These scars remind me

Of each time I’ve hurt

But they also remind me

That I survived.

 

By Naomi

 

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