Scars
I have lots of scars
They lie beneath my flesh
Though not visible
They are my truest testiments
The life that I have lived
Sometimes hard, not by choice
The scars are constant reminders
I lived, I rose above it all
I chose to fight
I wanted life to continue
I rufused to die
I refused to give in
I'll continue to take them
Wherever I go
They are forever etched
Inside of my soul
They are my victory
They are my pride
I carried on
When most would have died
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