I stand before you, clothed yet naked. Stripped bare of all the masks I have worn, either by choice or stuck on by others. Your gaze, your touch, not only discovering my wounds, but healing them. Gently, with love. Slowly, carefully you kiss my scars. Scars I once thought made me unlovable, too broken to […]
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