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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.
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Red Wine Veins
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.
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
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