“I healed. Not completely. A scar is never the same as good flesh, but it stops the bleeding.”
“I feel like a real dead one: having neither blood to bleed nor any flesh or bone to feel the scars; yet I want to hold on to my spirit.”
“We are made to bleed and scab and heal and bleed again and turn every scar into a joke. We are made to fight and fuck and talk and fight again and sit around and laugh until we choke.”
“No matter how long it takes to heal...we share the same scars...”
“Some words hit you like a tree branch slapping you in the face. And some words rip into your flesh, leaving scars so deep, they never completely fade.”
“Funny how internal scars never healed. They were the souvenirs of the past.”