People have scars
in all sorts of unexpected places,
like secret road maps
of their personal histories,
diagrams of all their old wounds.
Most of our old wounds heal,
leaving nothing behind but a scar,
but some of them don't.
Some wounds we carry with us everywhere
and even though the cuts long gone,
the pain still lingers.
What's worse,
new wounds which are so horribly painful or
old wounds that should've healed years ago and never did.
Maybe our old wounds teach us something,
they remind us where we've been
and what we've overcome,
they teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future.
That's what we like to think,
but that's not the way it is, is it?
Somethings you just have to learn over and over and over again.
But maybe that's the point.
All the pain and the fear and the crap.
Maybe going through all that
is what keeps us moving forward.
It's what pushes us.
Maybe we have to get a little messed up.
Before we can step up.
Being dark and twisty is not a flaw
It's a strength.
It's a strength.
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