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Do you ever see at your scars,
They are all faded.
They are not visible.
No one can see them.
You don't have to hide.

But...
Then you want them back.
A sudden desire of seeing the red liquid again.
Of just feeling it again, Like you are still alive.

And so you sit there with that "friend" in your hand, with a battle going in your mind, wether to let it all go to waste or just try to stop.

And that is the moment where i always make the wrong choice but it feels so right.

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