They laughed.
They all just laughed.
They thought I was crazy.
And maybe I was.
It all started on that day.
The day I had thought I won't be alive.
But I survived, at the cost of a scar.
A scar which might sound like a gift but was actually a curse.
I don't want it.
I don't want to see the people who aren't actually there.
I don't want to see the dead.
But it seemed like life wanted me to.
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Fanfictionscar /skɑː/ noun A lasting effect of grief, fear or other emotion is left on a person's character by an unpleasant experience. Cover edit by: Me//cyanxiety Highest Ranking: #10 in TaeBin #20 in specialabilities
