Bruises, cuts, stitches. They are all things that leave marks. Some, after time, fade away, never to be seen again. But they were still there. Even if you try to forget, to move on. They still existed.
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Bruises, cuts, stitches. They are all things that leave marks. Some, after time, fade away, never to be seen again. But they were still there. Even if you try to forget, to move on. They still existed.
There were things that was never seen but leave marks in most darkest hours.
Be careful who you trust because everything had their masks on.
This is a story of honesty and trust, lies and death.