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It hurts. These scars in my heart. The ones that are fresh, open. The ones you just carved. Cutting through me, cutting though my trust in you. There are crisscrossing, pale lines, ones that you ripped open, and then decided to heal, as we went on together. But know, you'll never heal these, these bleeding scars in my heart, because, you never want to see me again. Because of the scars in my heart. The ones you caused. Everything is your fault. Her scratches, and my scars, all the ones that will never heal. Because from now on, your touch only causes more scars.