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Scars
Every word,
Every breath,
Every memory,
Left me with a mark

A mark that's etched,
Onto my angusihed soul,
Like a shadow,
Hovering overhead,

Should I feel ashamed,
For how my past,
Has shaped,
Who I am today?

These scars I have,
Serve as a reminder,
For all the times that I've fallen,
I stood tall and rose valiantly

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