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There are scars on my heart; some deep, some faint, some I trace with a quiet smile.

They came from love, from loss, from words I held in and ones I shouldn’t have said.

But I no longer hide them. They remind me I’ve felt deeply. That I’ve survived things I once thought would break me.

Scars don’t mean weakness. They mean healing. They mean I showed up, even when it hurt.

And I’ll carry them, not with shame, but with pride.