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Hazel Macabecha Apr 2014
Eyes red from crying,
Wrists hurt from scratching.
Still, doing it again and again
because pain is something
she loves to endure.
Hazel Macabecha Apr 2014
I remembered how it used to be,
just you and me;

I remembered how it hurts,
seeing you with her;

I remembered everything,
everything you chose to forget.

— The End —