Just a cut.
Just a scratch.
"What's that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse.
Just another lie.
"What's with all of the bracelets?"
"Just fashion."
Just a tear.
Just a scream.
"Why are you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it's not just a cut.
Or a tear or a lie.
It's always "just one more."
Until you die.
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This one was also in my Sort Stories, but I relocated it.
And this one isn't mine. I found it on the internet somewhere.
