“Look at my scars,” she whispered, “I feel so ugly.”
“Don’t hate your scars,” He gently replied, “Your scars are guiding lights that draw those who are still bleeding from the same wounds. Your scars give them hope.”
“Look at my scars,” she whispered, “I feel so ugly.”
“Don’t hate your scars,” He gently replied, “Your scars are guiding lights that draw those who are still bleeding from the same wounds. Your scars give them hope.”
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