Scars of Beauty:

The scars I bear, so beautiful to me, 

A testament to all I've been through, you see. 

Each mark a memory, etched upon my skin, 

Reminding me of battles fought and battles won within.

The giver of these scars, with all their heart they gave, 

And though it hurt at first, I've learned to be brave. 

For every wound that healed, a lesson was learned, 

And with each passing day, my spirit became more firm.

My scars are like a tapestry, woven with great care, 

A story of my life, each thread a joy or despair. 

Some marks are deep, while others are light, 

But each one has its purpose, shining in its own right.

My scars are a badge of honor, a symbol of my strength, 

A reminder that I can overcome, no matter what life brings. 

I wear them with pride, 

for they are a part of me, 

A testament to my resilience, and all that I can be.

So let them stare and wonder, at the marks upon my skin, 

For they are beautiful to me, a reminder of where I've been. 

And though the giver may have hurt me, they'll never take away, 

The beauty of my scars, and all they symbolize today.

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