there are scars
running along my skin
running within my soul
some
too small to notice
some
too large to ignore
all have been made
by the one
who created me
all have been seen
by those who care to look
for more than a second
for more than a passing glance
none can be left hidden
to those who come unbidden
to thine own self be true
but what if
you are not who you say you are
you are not who you portray
than all is lost
and all is found
from the one you were created
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