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The moment you stared at me it scared the living hell out of me because you were slowly memorizing the chipped nails on my fingers the creases on my forehead the crevices on my lips the blemishes on my skin the scars on my wrists the curves of my waist the bruises on my knuckles and the dull gloss on my eyes and with the way you looked at me I'm sure you were slowly etching every bit of me into your mind making me into just a memory that soon will be tucked away even though that's the last place where I would want to stay
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:24 AM UTC
Etched in the Afterthought
The moment you stared at me it scared the living hell out of me because you were slowly memorizing the chipped nails on my fingers the creases on my forehead the crevices on my lips the blemishes on my skin the scars on my wrists the curves of my waist the bruises on my knuckles and the dull gloss on my eyes and with the way you looked at me I'm sure you were slowly etching every bit of me into your mind making me into just a memory that soon will be tucked away even though that's the last place where I would want to stay
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:24 AM UTC
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