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Scars, they were the medals we embellished on our hearts and souls. We either wore them with pride or let them weigh us down. It was up to the person whether they wanted to take in the experience and spin it to their own betterment or succumb to its threatening, rancorous existence.
— Pamela Ann, Unhinged
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