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We carry scars

Inside and out.

Burning like stars,

Stinging with doubt.


Some quickly fade,

Others never do;

A price paid

For being you.


Blood’s been spill

When right’s wrong.

What doesn’t kill

Makes you strong.

John Northcutt Young from The Complete Poems of BREVITY


About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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