These are not
battle scars.
These are not
proof of survival.
My riddled body is
not
so poetic.
The fact that they
exist
proves I was
very sad and very sick.
The fact that they
are scar tissued
proves I am
progressing.
This was never supposed to be
poetry.
There is
no
romance
in pain. Michelle K., Truth About Scars. (via michellekpoems)

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