He took off his shirt and you saw the scars on his back, you traced yours hands down them ,planting soft kisses on them and you forgave him for each single thing that you wouldn't before.
So what of those whose scars can't be seen, only bleeding from the inside.
You won't trace your hands along the rough edges on my skin to know I've gone through shit, but I guess it's better coz I won't have to see the pity that fills your eyes once you figure it out.
I don't want your pity to cloud what you think of me, but most of all I don't want you to pity me at all
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This Loud Silence In My Head
RandomWe all have those deep sometimes troubling thoughts that we dare nor speak out to anyone but truth is there's someone out there with similar thoughts. Well mostly it's just things experienced daily that I voice. And like every writer out there am h...
