Sue Katona said:
Yes, I'm a female. I push doors that clearly say PULL. I laugh harder when I try to explain why I'm laughing. I walk into a room and forget why I was there. I count on my fingers. I hide the pain from my loved ones. I say it is a long story, when it really is not, just to get out of having to tell it. I cry a lot more than you think I do. I care about people who don't care about me. I am strong because I have to be, not because I want to be. I listen to you, even when you don't listen to me. And a hug will always help. Yes, I'm a girl!!!!
indeed...
i'm proud of my heart
it's been played
stabbed
cheated
burned and broken
but somehow
still works
never be ashamed of the scars that life has left you with
a scar means the hurt is over
...the wounded is closed
..and you survived
..scars remind us where we been
doesnt have to dictate where we are going
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