Random paragraph I wrote bc I was bored

I hold my hand out in front of my face, counting the scars- one for each lie. Not big lies, just the little ones. The every day pain of assuring people you’re okay, that nothing’s wrong, when internally I am falling apart. I reach for my makeup bag and put some foundation on it so no one sees the scars and thinks these are self-inflicted, unlike the others I’ve gathered over the years of providing for my family through means that have almost cost me an arm and a leg- literally

thanks to @LittleCreatures for help on how to word the last sentence and @bulldogcrochetss for the idea


It’s lovely! Keep up the great work!


thank you!


I LOVE IT!! Its awesome!

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