My scars are a sort of infinite beauty.
They are perfect to me.
No matter how much you tell me that they are stupid or ugly.
I believe that they have made me who I am.
Unapologetically myself. Forever and ever. Without compromise.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
