Marks.

I didn’t do it. I was going to, but I didn’t.

I already had the blade pressed into my skin. I could feel how sharp it was but it did not yet break my skin.

I stopped before anything happened, but now I’m left with the marks.

On my skin and on my heart.

 

And the tears.

 

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