And it has many ways of attacking and scarring people.
But you get to decide
What kind of scar you want to wear.
It could be scratches of Jazz fingers on your back;
A burn, of kiss of luxury, and lust on your neck;
Or a rash of melancholy and nostalgia;
Open cuts of self-hate;
Bruises of fatigue and indifference...
But we leave our safe cages every morning,
hunting the beast.
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