scar...
when i was 9 he first arrived, but i didnt know he would go too soon, but later on as my tears had died, i looked at my arm which held a scar, a scar i got from him when i was 12, but why did it fade so well? when the scar fades , i get a blade, and trace over it, because thats scar holds a memory, that i wish never ever fades
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