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haven’t broken a bone yet
guess I’m lucky
i scraped my knee once
when i was little, and
it burnt orange and
scabbed over until i picked
it and it turned to purple
and now it’s my only real scar
that you can see.
i can see more though
when i reflect on reflections;
my skin is covered with them
scars upon scars upon scars
but i cover them up
with false smiles and
words meaningless