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Scar.
Make it stop. Make it go away.
I can't focus on my pathetic life. Stop making me feel like death every night. Oh wait I don't know how it feels to die yet. But I am pretty sure it is silent out there. And dark.
Do you have any fucking idea how forgiving I am?
I forgive everyone. Every silly or even big and messy  mistakes they make. But when it comes to forgiving myself, I am left with self-loathing and blunt accusations.
Scar.
I give myself a hard time. I worry myself to bed. I sleep to wake up with the same feeling. It never goes away.

 Am I ever going to meet him who would make me feel complete and not like a missing electron?

Scar. You don't pay me any rent why am I even letting you settle beneath my skin?
Leave me, Scar. Just leave me be.


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