Scars.

Scars.

After a while I realized; after all the hurt and pain- this 1″ scar saved my life. After all the trials, I really made it through. I did it. In a perverse way, I liked the stitches- I wanted the scar to show. I survived what was supposed to kill me. So I straightened up and walked away, with the only reminder being this shiny 1″ scar. It reminds me that my past is real.

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