Thinking of the

all the cracks of me,

Sometimes just a stab

Sometimes a cake-cutting.

 

I was first like

Sad, I ain’t intact

Then relieved that

I am still me

At last I became

So proud of scar itself

Yeah, I finally found

some decoration to brag about

 

Like on a halloween night,

I staggered like zombie

Intoxicated with the

Odd beauty of mine

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