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Each scar tells a story. The story of my life and of the pain. Every scar has a story. A single wound in the heart. Each scar tells of my struggles. A story of my agony. They tell a story of how I survived each day carrying my brusies around just trying to survive. Every scar tells a story of how I was used. Of how I was battered and bruised. They tell a story of how I was left to die. And each scar tells the story of the woman that I will NEVER forget.....

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