The memories of you shouldn't have hurt anymore.
But I found out that just now, instead of a scar, you are a wound.
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Lost Chapters
PoésieI'm sorry I never wrote about you--you were my secret. - [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them: some of others.]
#70
The memories of you shouldn't have hurt anymore.
But I found out that just now, instead of a scar, you are a wound.
