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I Wrestled The Devil

Now He Bears The Scars

By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read

My body's skin is just a vessel

My beauty dwells somewhere below

These scars a prize, I wrestled the devil

He bares the scars of all the blows

I fought the fight, and brought the battle

He begs for mercy from my hand

These tattoos are my armors spackle

Now I'm the master in command

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I could not decide which one I should choose to make the tattoo line...I liked them all, you pick

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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition

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    Written by Kelli Sheckler-Amsden