This is for the teenagers who are overly clumsy with angry parents.
For the people with vicious cats that have blades for claws.
The ones who lose weight along with self-esteem.
This is for the kids who when cooking burn their arms more than the food.
For the sons who take pills for the pain in their heart.
The daughters who don’t believe in all they can accomplish.
This is for your reflection the one you think isn’t beautiful, all of your scars hold a story, let them read
“I survived.”



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