Perspective
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"One more day," he said five days ago.
"Just stay a little longer," he said twelve days ago.
"These are only to keep you safe," he insisted as he wrapped the splintered rope around my wrists.
Foreword
“But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I'm nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that's all I'll be--one big scar of a love gone wrong.”
♦ Contest Entry #13 in [シクラメン] – A Writing Contest
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