Scars.

You never know what a person is dealing with until you walk a mile in their shoes.
You can never grasp the concept of issues they may have.
Instead you poke at an open wound until it becomes a gash.
You have crippled a man. One who tried to turn the other cheek.
Now I walk again, twice as strong, my bones have healed.
The scars will stay, they teach me a lesson.
You cant use it as a crutch.
Embrace it.

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