written upon the back of a notebook; to be ignored
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Slide...
Slide...
Pause.
The pen slides from side to side on my forearm, as I cover up the horrifying with the humorous.
The scar, s l o w l y but surely, is being replaced by a small drawing of a smiling face.
Throughout the day, my friends kept noticing this small inconspicuous drawing on my arm, but through all of the questions, I am screaming:
WHY? WHY DIDN'T YOU NOTICE THE SCAR BEFORE-
YOU ARE READING
note this down, please
Short Story----- "The truth is that I am weak, I am so so...
