Part of my story,
A home for my tears.
Keeper of my pain,
Scars that I won't forget,
Even when they fade.
Lingering deeper than my shade,
Maybe I shouldn't have used toothpaste on that pimple...
Or prevented that cut.
When others have left,
It's still here--
To remind me of by beauty.
Everlasting and defiant,
Seen past these scars,
Making them it's own.
Slaying the negative connotation,
Just buds in my garden.
My tone adds to my mystery,
Curiosity is eager to explore my depths,
It's part of my charm.
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