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By @art-erty

She was riddled with scars,

Inside and out.

Voluntary, involuntary,

Still, her fingers brushed across them.

Scars from when she tripped and fell

Back in first grade

Scars from 3am 

When her thoughts ate away at her mind

Scars littered her arms and legs,

Pale threads woven together to knit her story.

Ill-informed eyes that laid upon them,

Ignorantly thought they were beautiful.

I’m sorry, screamed her eyes,

as she slowly laid down the blade.

I’m fine, read her lips,

as she tugged down her sleeves.

And once again

She sat alone at 3am

Her thoughts eating away at her mind

As scars bloomed on her beautiful skin.

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