Flawed
She glides over once-flawless skin, though now, it is marred with pale, white lines, lines she causedThe silver finish glints in a soft light, showing beauty, danger
It is impossible to tell how many days and nights have been spent doing this awful deed of pain and suffering
There are layers of scars, crisscrossing, making intricate patterns that only she can tell apart
She feels numb, there is nothing left in the world
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