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Soul of Scars
Scars,
on my skin, yes
what matters is i cut my soul
i used to tear down my spirit
flesh by flesh
fiber by fiber
i saw my soul and i dehumanized her
she was of no importance
she did not matter
and i almost killed her.
On the outside, she seemed
fine
happy
content
beautiful, even.
But that was not the case
she was a liar
Because she was really not okay.
She was dying.
As the blood dripped
from her side
her soul slowly dripped too
like a steady waterfall
of pain
But this is no sad story.
My soul did not die.
I did not let her.
I was the author of my own sad story, I chose to change it.

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