Scars

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I'm too young to feel like this. I'm too young to have gone through all of this. I'm almost eighteen years old, I should be enjoying life...not scarred for life. At the age of fifteen, I had a lot taken out of who I am, because of everything that happened.

Moving on, I have quite a few scars from that point in time from cutting myself (don't worry, I quit doing that a long time ago). I don't usually openly admit that but I am, at this point, speaking my mind.

Who would love a girl with scars? I don't purposely show them to people, some people are just more observant than others. Once they notice, there is no going back...they will want to talk about what they've seen. If it's not that, they walk out of your life.

This might seem odd but there used to only be one person that I felt I could count on...myself. It's different now...I have Sabrina, Nathan (he's probably reading this), and Chevy. Regardless of how it is now, the scars are still here.

Je hebt het einde van de gepubliceerde delen bereikt.

⏰ Laatst bijgewerkt: Mar 09, 2015 ⏰

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