In her scars I found my stitches. That’s the thing I suppose that became the ties that bind between her and me. I knew her past, I knew her rough patches, her dark days and disasters, yet I too had been on the same paths. Appreciating the being broken and becoming self made. Life isn’t always easy, it will leave its mark, but without it I wouldn’t have found my stitches closing her scars.

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