Day 20

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Scars. Scars from knives, scars from burns, scars from accidents. Most people associate a scar with something painful that hurt internally and externally to the deepest parts of your body. Everybody has scars and seeing you fucking a girl who clearly was not your girlfriend was not a physical scar, but a scar to my brain and a blow to my heart.

It was mildly disturbing, nevertheless, for me to be standing below your old grey house watching this happen so please don't think of me being, for lack of better terms, creepy. I left shortly after seeing it happening and continued my walk home trying to get my spinning head off the subject.

The rest of my lonely night resulted in little sleep. I laid in my uncomfortable bed staring at the swirling patterns of the ceiling. I swear to you that I did not intend to have tears falling down my face but it seemed uncontrollable as the warm water streaked down my cheeks.

The last time I cried this hard was the night that it happened.

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