Scar

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I'm sorry.  That I doubted you.  But you can never blame me.  You never did. I know. 

The winter chill adds to my warring emotions.  The joy from a much needed break comes close to the beauty of the snow sorrounding the campus.  But., it seems  the cold bites.  Deep into my heart. With so much dissappointment and need.  Need for what; I didn't know at the time. 

My thoughts carry me out to the field, bundled with the warmest clothes I had.

i wanted this.  To not go home for Christmas.   In fact this is my second year staying in school for the Holidays. Why waste money on a plane ticket when all I would ever achieve is have a fight that can rival world war one with my mother's new boyfriend. 

Apparently, my mother had hope still.  She wasn't even affected with the way she and my father ended. But what she didn't understand was the fact that I...

I was scarred. 

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