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Without My Wounds, Who Was I? My Scars Were My Face, My Past Was My Life.
-Janet Fitch
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Without My Wounds, Who Was I? My
Janet Fitch
Without My Wounds, Who Was I? My Scars Were My Face, My Past Was My Life.
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