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Thursday, November 15, 2007
Poison.

He haunts her in so many ways that he shouldn't. Memories cannot be erased, like a patchwork of scars that remain after old wounds heal. Sometimes, she finds herself tracing those scars with her finger, and it's as if he's carving into her skin all over again. She screams as the layers are broken. Screams that echo inside her head, screams that no one can hear.

Boy loves Girl who loves boy. Loved.

Silly girl, what did she know about Love?

Not much, but I guess she did so with all her heart.

Heartless Boy. Prosthetic Boy. Ignorant Boy.

Hard-hearted Girl who screams and screams.




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