beautiful past | x.mh

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I hung out
     with a girl with depression,
     at least she said she had—
    
     she had art of scars
     in her arms,
     just like mine,
     but my scars,
     were fading.

     she made me happy,
     because of her unsilly jokes,
     she brought me,
     into the world
     of darkness

     and she listened to me,
     when I was breaking
     my friendship
     with Huifang.