battle scars

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then it hits me like a truck when my friends see my thighs  and really focus will they notice the scars
These scars are not telling you About some beautiful tragedy. These scars say I’m fucked up. They scream
feel beneath those cuts your soul radiates beauty battle scars come forth
The slits on her wrist, The burns on her calf. Not eating for weeks, Hating herself.   These are not things to glorify, They should not able to. Be seen clearly,
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