Let our scars fall in love.

Galway Kinnell
Let our scars fall in love.
Let our scars fall in love.
Let our scars fall in love.
Let our scars fall in love.
About This Quote

Let your scars fall in love with you. No one but you will ever see them, so why not let them have their own special moment with you? Take the time to get to know your scars. It’s amazing how much more interesting people can be when they realize that their scars are a part of who they are.

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