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Scars and LoveSome things exist deeper within us than we know.
The scars...scars upon scars
they carve a voidful cavern,
interlaced with barriers that trigger in an automatic way.
We loathe the damage they create but feel powerless to stop them.
We watch helplessly as they chase away threats to our vulnerability.
We pray for the will to overcome them or some hero to save the day.
A hero who has their own fears to conquer, we all do.
And yet within these murky depths resides love.
A love that reaches out and connects, knows no discrimination.
Persists in the face of all assaults,
sees value where the scars assert it missing.
This love is unending, pure, and never lets go.
We are not dark or light but both.
Within this lies our tragedy, when we exist as our own greatest foil.
But also our greatest beauty.
Redemption is always but a heartbeat away,
...if we could just learn to get out of our own way.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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