body held though held snapped threads hands patches flesh missing enti — Hubert Martin

Hubert Martin

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My body held on though I held snapped threads in my hands and patches of my flesh were missing entirely. I was proud of my little mess… all the mistakes, every scar and every tear, told a story of a life I was strong enough to bear. I wear a patch of pride upon my chest, showing all my self-glory of the good times and the rest.

Hubert Martin

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