Beautiful Scars Lyrics In Tagalog 소설 & 이야기

Salamat," mabilis kong sagot at kinuha ang dress. Nag iinit ang katawan ko habang nag hahanap ng masasakyan pauwi. At sa pang limang hakbang ay kusa na lang pumatak ang mga luha sa mata ko. "Tangina naman," I cursed and wipe off my tears. My chest is aching. Pakiramdam ko napahiya ako, si Maliyah pa lang ang nakakaharap ko na may ideya sa totoong pagkatao ko ay nanliit na agad ako sa sarili ko.

Masakit, nakakapagod pero maganda. Parang tula... 'yung tipong kahit maraming sugat, gusto mo pa ring ulitin. Only The Young can run... ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Hindi halata ang sakit ng loob na dinaranas niya. Bakit ba parang napakalaki na ng kabiguang tinamo niya? Dahil siguro ngayon nga lang siya nagkagusto. "Well, there's always a first time, Scarlett," she said to her reflection. Nag-retouch siya ng make-up para tuluyang makabawi ng katinuan. Kalmado na siya nang lumabas. Kontrolado na uli ang kanyang emosyon. Admiring glances from the male crowd greeted her like a balm. Lumaki tuloy ang kumpiyansa niyang maghihilom agad ang sugat na idinulot ni Ace Fiero.

He heard he scream again and he winced, one thing he was sure about was the fact that he hated when she suffered alone. The cry of a child brought him out of his misery and he rushed in to find Ann sweating profusely while the doctor held the crying baby. “ You have a daughter your grace, congratulations,” The doctor said, handing the child to his assistant for cleaning. “ How do you feel your grace?” the doctor asked turning to Ann. “ It still hurt... I don't think...” Ann said. “ She is still bleeding,” the assistant said, before giving way for the doctor to examine her.

She looked at me in dismay while I was laughing my heart out. "Sinungaling!" marahas niyang balewala sa sagot ko. Napabaling ako sa kaniya at namamasa na ang gilid ng mata. I smiled that it went through my heart, it stung like millions of needles were piercing my heart. "Ayos lang po talaga. Alam ko naman po na may katapusan talaga ang buhay. Ayaw man natin ngunit natatapos talaga."

I couldn't even see a soul around and the rain was continuously pouring down. "The Scars are on the haunt." She said and I sighed. "So, what's new about it? I don't understand why people are so scared of them. They never really harmed anyone." I said and she let out a frustrated sigh. "They are behind someone." She said,

It also scarred my life. There was one woman who captured my eye in the crowd, a woman that was so familiar. She looked at me with pity. I smiled at her. Tears fell from her face. “Don’t….cry……Psyche..” I spoke as I closed my eyes. Letting darkness consume me. I feel less sad knowing that I saw a familiar and lovely face before I died.

"Oh darling , when you say you see your scars in the mirror when you stare. I say, I see a warrior who fought her battles without fear. When you trace your skin and say it won't repair. I say a scarred tissue is stronger than a normal one without tear. And finally when you smile, to say you are are not like those beautiful girls anywhere. I smile to say my Scarred Beauty could never be compared." - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself.

Panic, real and raw, cracked through the surface. “What the fuck?” His voice broke, low and raw. “Where did they shoot you? Why didn’t you tell me? I swear to God—I’ll kill every one of those bastards.” I stepped back from him, needing the distance. “I dragged myself back to you,” I said. “Bleeding. Dizzy. Barely standing. When I saw the casino sign, I thought, finally—I’m safe. I made it home. Back to my boyfriend.” My voice tightened. “But then I saw you. Holding Amy. Walking right past me like I didn’t exist.”

Small. The night air stung her skin, cruel and cold. But it was nothing compared to the icy terror in her heart. Her eyes locked on the crest etched into her skin. It pulsed faintly, a living brand, proof of what had been done to her. How do I explain this? Will they cast me out? Will Father turn his back on me? Am I already ruined? “Explain!” Her father’s voice lashed across the clearing like a whip.