CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF

Conversation back in March went again in my head when the video went out.

I washed my face once again.

The water clearly did not help, because it cannot erase those pictures moving in my head, they were moving by themselves, like pieces of puzzle. Suddenly the bigger picture appeared. At the end, it all made sense. All those questions. All those wonders I promised myself I won’t start wondering why and how.

The next second, there were a sound from the door.

I heard Ginger was barking.

Oh no.

“So sorry,”

Right, it’s too late

To reserve the scar

It’s too late

Scar after scar.

Apology after apology.

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