some things just hurt so bad. you want it to go away quickly but you keep thinking about it. everything you do
reminds you of what made the scar. you want to tell somebody but somebody is no one. and on nights like this you wish you knew
what could possibly happen in the future. you wish you can stop all this bad things from happening to you so you dont have to
pretend to be okay one day when somebody asks.
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