I was at the store and I forgot to wear a jacket and this person saw my scars and they looked at me in disgust. Like I was a horrible person for doing what I do. Like I didn't belong with society. All that was going through my head was this:
They aren't just scars
They're what I've overcome
They're lonely nights.
They're insults.
They're insecurities.
They're emotions.
They're your fault.
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-Britt
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