Her scars… Not scratches not wounds but the epitome of endless pain

They bled of love.. Of care and life yet their beauty reflected insane

It grew within her… Regrets anger and sadness

Her every move was a next stone to boldness

Everything was wrong but her instincts, failures and half cut nerves

She did not break apart but her every inch of skin craved for love

By:

Khushi Ahuja

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