By C. Meagan Michael
#IfMyWoundsWereVisible
You would stop calling me by my birth name. That person does not live here anymore.
You would not recognize me as the person I used to be.
I would look like I was mauled to death by a pack of wolves.
You would see the scars where the wounds used to be.
You would see the damage to my soul.
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