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It was hard to see the scars that ran across her forearms, because I knew she always wore her heart on her sleeve.  But those scars paint the picture of depression and pain, ones that she’s struggled with, but more importantly, that she persevered through.  And no matter how cut up or broken her heart was, it is still beating and ready to love with open arms, with reckless vulnerability, with courage and trust.  Remember that when she lets you hold her in your arms, you hold her heart in your hands too.

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