Price

When all of this is said and done, they will laud the crown atop my head and pretend to forget the scars that mar every other piece of me.

Scars can only hold their beauty for so long before they wake you up in the middle of the night to remind you of how they got there.

But in the waking moments, you do your best to hide them; these physical manifestations of the ghosts that you wish would just stay dead.

No one else cares to acknowledge them, so why should I?

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