Yeah I have scars. Go ahead, stare. Point. Whisper. Call me “goth, emo, cutter, crazy, mental, fucked up” Go ahead. I know you’re thinking it, but that doesn’t mean I care. Every scar on my body is a battle I won. I know that doesn’t make sense to you and honestly I hope it never does. Just remember that nothing you can say to me is worse than my own thoughts of myself. You can’t hurt me.

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