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Kimmy-of-the-Darkk

Published: Apr 18, 2011

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Sometimes the scars can't be seen.

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Yup.

Six-word-story, right here.
Thank you SO much, Knit-hun. She wrote me a response. [link] Read it for it's majesty!

(c) Kimmy-of-the-Darkk

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knittywitty

May 10, 2011

Well, this got me thinking... And I ended up writing a poem about it! I don't know how to create a link, so check it out.

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