Scared
I was scared when you asked where that scar was from how do I tell you about the nights I sat and thought one more time, I drew many cuts to fell something to fell anything I whispered the words, I told you what I did to myself and bowed my head in shame To my surprise you kissed my wrist and promised me that only kisses would be planted on my wrist for now and forever
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