I am a girl who has no flaws. I distance myself a thousand seas away from being perfect, because I really am not. But I don’t have imperfections either. There is only one thing I know. I have scars. Discreet scars. I hide them under the unseen shadows only I and God can see. They’re like doors of memories and secrets about everything and every me. They were made of the lies and truths I verbalized, whether I should or shouldn’t have said them. I might have thrown words like knives out of my mouth without me knowing or told … Continue reading