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MY SCARS

I got them
Through deep cuts of experience
Through deep wounds of events
Through bruises of adventure
The wounds are healed
The cuts are long gone
The bruises are faded
But the scars remain
My emblem of reality
Like birth marks
The scars are there
Staring at me
My scars remind me of the things that brought them
Looking at them sometimes make me wish I never did it
Sometimes the other ways I should have done it
Other times the ‘whys’ I did it
These scars broke me
Taught me
Made me stronger
Gave me reasons to try again
Looking back now
Traveling down memory lane
I can only smile and laugh
These scars remind me I came
Remind me I am living

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