I cry when the emotions I carry inside me, intimately, they spill over.
My outlet... necessary!
For good or ill.
Intense.
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Scars are left by remembrances of anything which hurt, but is already healed.
Everybody has ours... acidental or roused ones.
Some remember why they are there, using as an example so as to move on, many try to forget, other simply blot out them.
Scars are left by remembrances of anything which hurt, but is already healed.
Everybody has ours... acidental or roused ones.
Some remember why they are there, using as an example so as to move on, many try to forget, other simply blot out them.
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