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Nov 2015
Im not picking at my scabs anymore.
They were right there always in sight.
Seeing the blood well up into that single drop was always somewhat
satisfying.
Watching my body react
But then I was always left with more time
More time waiting for it to heal
Its time.
Its time I let it heal now.
For good.
The scar will always be there, but no longer there to be reopened
It will never be able to bleed again.
So I don't think Im going to call you anymore.
Im not picking at my scabs anymore.
Daughter
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