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Yeah. Put your back on the table. Yeah. They dressed me up in shame. Called it love, carved their names on a child who never got to touch you. I learned to hide my face, bruises, tugs behind my grave. Thinking I was only there for you. But you call me holy. You call me yours. You write my story on a different door. I am not what they did. I am more than those scars. You have crowned me in the image of the women close to your heart. I see them in word, quiet strength in every verse. Take my Mary, all the ones you see. You take the ashes in my hands, fit them in a bigger plan. Jadekink.com.