From papercut to eternity

We all bear Scars

We live. We grow. We feel. We learn. We don’t…

We get hurt, burned, cheated.

We get loved, cared for, praised.

We make mistakes.

The scars form.

Some of them are paper cuts

Others are ugly reddish-brown masses that run through our heart and soul.

We heal or we don’t

Scars get softer or get sharper

Some of them dissolve

Others become our crutches

How many paper cuts does it take for us to learn?

How many deep and ugly scars does it take for us to soar?

Who can heal them all?

Who can make us whole again?

We are lucky if we grow old and have only surface scars to show off…



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