Stains on the mirror.

Scars on the arm fade over time,

Scars on the heart last forever.

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When I started out writing this, I was carefree, innocent, happy.. Now, as I sit inside this dull-lit room

on the cold stone ground, I think about how my life used to be, and how much I long for things to go back

to the way they once were...

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As I looked up and glanced over towards the dresser drawer that lay open beside me, I felt a longing to it, a pull that

just wouldn't let go. After what felt like ages, I got up and looked inside...

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It was a simple razor.

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Memories came flooding back into me, it was like a tidal wave crashing down on me with full force. Memories that had been repressed for far too long. Memories of anguish, hatred, pain, and even fear.

My hand began to unsteadily reach out towards the dresser drawer. I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from my eyebrows.

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I knew that I didn't want to head down this road. But I had no choice.

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I had already come too far to stop now.

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~His final act upon this earth was a single sentence. One final cry. It was written in his own blood and then smeared all

over the mirror.~

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'It drove me crazy, knowing that we would never be together...'