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Your scars are beautiful, unknown of its provenience
You told me they make you look ugly, I say
The mirrors have been lying, 
with a fear of not witnessing 
The belle of this era.
The scars gave you strength, 
For you have to grapple your fears in this perennial land,
And hold the hands of the juvenile 
Permeated and intimidated by this barbaric humankind. 
The scars taught you meaning of life
Carved perseverance in your soul,
To treat the others with the kind you,
And lead them to a path of divine and true



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