she paints,
thin red strokes.
not on canvas,
but on her wrist.
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hoping that,
each stroke,
varying in size and length,
would make her relieved.
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but it never did.
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perfect imperfections
Short Storyimperfections, who's normal without them? hers were her scars and spots. but to him, hers were perfect. -warning- contains suggestion of cutting and is down right depressing
