Walking Wounded - PrologueI can feel them. The welts and scars on my back. They’re as wide as three of my fingers put together and run much deeper than the white flesh that healed over them. I can feel them as if they happened yesterday. The worst part about it is that they did. Some of them, at least. There are scars that have grown up with me and others that are fresh. Bruises that remind me of my place and where I am and calluses that mark the story of my life. It’s like a living timeline of anguish. They make me feel like I’ve been to war, and I have, but I’m the only one fighting and I’m fighting to survive.Walking Wounded - Prologue
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