Still Beauty.

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I pressed my thumb hard against the raised symbols on my arm, brushing it back and forth over them again and again. They reminded me that sometimes things didn’t heal the right way; sometimes they didn’t even heal the way we hoped they would. But there was still beauty in what became of the pain.

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