under my skin
scars on my hips, my knees my legs, scars all above my body scars growing on me like strange plants, spreading their seads over me maybe someday i will wake up and there will only be scars left of me. but there is something under my skin; feelings, fulfilling and slowly changing thoughts, deep and more than i can count a warm heart, kindness for everyone who need help or a smile. what do you see?
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