Scars
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Tessa Verinder, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2015
My scars that ache, are not real,
They are scars that only I can feel.
These scars, they cut deep in my heart,
The years of trust, torn apart.
When you hurt me, those years ago,
It gave me an opportunity to grow.
I developed into someone strong,
Someone who could tell right from wrong.
They are the scars that you and I can't see,
But those scars, they are so real to me.