This night's sky
Clear filled with stars
Far from reach from any hand
Waiting for thoughts to fall out of one's head
To add to the many stars lit already.
Thoughts...
Scars...
Simple patterns of strong feelings...
Strayed lines upon jagged ridges of the last.
Stories behind each cut..
Burned..
Some say ouch.
Those who do it..say this is the right thing.
THIS makes me feel at ease.
Why???
Thoughts...
Who was I before....
Who am I now?
xXxkellerdarknessxXx Community Member 
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