

s t i t c h a n d s c a bTearing at me like stitches on a wound that wants to open again.s t i t c h a n d s c a b
I'm finding myself scratching on scabs that I still have from the last time. When I tried to try this again. Catch myself. Ooh, stop. I don't want to open this again.
As much as I want to bleed. I don't feel like feeling pain anymore.
I've found that I am unable to play a game that involves the courtship. The play. The very thing that almost everyone lives for. I am unfortunately falling on my knees. My palms. And my cheeks. Onto the concrete when I trip over the game again.
And tripping over memories of times when
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