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The front of my chest and neck is covered in burn/skin graft scars. My back was where they grafted the skin from, so that's all scarred. The story's pretty simple. I was 13 and I had a lighter, bottle of cologne, and penchant for lighting things on fire.
I have a scar on my wrist from a cot falling on me when I was five. My cousins and I were lifting the cot in the air and watching it fall. I didn't get out of the way quick enough on the last go.
I have a scar on my head from getting beaned with a lunch box in third grade. I still won that fight...
I have a scar on the opposite side of my head from crashing into my sister with my bike when I was like ten. We were going down a hill and I ran into her. I slid about ten feet with her and my bike on top of me.
I have several small, self-inflicted burn scars on my arms and hands just from fucking around.
I have a scar on my upper arm from getting stabbed with a small knife that was aimed for my ribs. I also won that fight...
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