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"Scars

I used to cut.

My skin yes

But that isn't as important.

What matters is I used to cut my soul

I used to tear down my spirit

Flesh by flesh

Fiber by fiber

I saw my soul and de-humanized 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 really was not okay.

She was dying.

And as the blood dropped from her side

Her soul slowly dripped with it

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."

~Unknown

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