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Scars
Scars; each one a testament To battles Fought and lost. Scars; a remembrance, A map, Of life's pain. All bring with them a memory. The screaming and fighting, The struggle to go on living, And the bite of metal Cutting and tearing. The blood. The feel of being picked up By the neck And thrown, The walls With holes, The bruises and shame. The pain as the fire sears The flesh. Each scar A memory.
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