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Scars

See,
My scars are
Precious things
They tell my
Story with
Vivid precision.


I
Try not to
Forget them,
To let them
Get away,
Knowing that I just


Can't.
Now watch me
Cherish each
Mark with a
Mother's love,
Hold them close to me.


Take
One more look,
Remind me
What I lost,
Revel in
How I don't regret



Them.
Watch me soar,
Savor how
I learned the
Lessons well,
memories I can't hold


Back.





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