Yet another human. We're everywhere, huh? Slowly taking over, even.
-There was this girl, scars on her wrists. When she was walking through the park one day a child she didn't know came running up to her and hugged her. "Why do you hug me?" she asked the little boy in confusion. "Because you are an angel", he stated without hesitation, "my mommy said all people with scars on their wrists are angels. They are so pure they have to hurt themselves because they cannot bear all the pain down here, because they want to go home." The girl looked at him, thinking. "Your mother is a very smart woman", she whispered after a minute. "Yes!", he smiled at her, "but she already went home." - (Credit to @Phoberos )
- Here, There, Everywhere, or am I nowhere at all?
- JoinedNovember 10, 2017
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