My knuckles tell a story
strangers might assume was true.
The scars and marks
tell a tale of carelessness and anger.
While that mat be true,
there's a different narrative
beneath it all.
My palms tell a story
those closest to me know is true.
The soft, unmarred skin
paints a picture of care and love.
Two conflicting stories,
with truth in both.
The only way to know the whole truth,
is to turn the page.
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