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by Jacqueline Rose Jul 15, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You look at me weird, because of the scars on my body, but i like them, i think they're beautiful. i made them myself, with only a razor, and they took care of all my pain inside! i like my scars, i think they're beautiful, i like to peal off the scabs and watch them bleed again and again. you look at me weird, and you call me a freak, is it because you can't have such beautiful scars?