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Don't you waste the suffering you've faced
It will serve you in due time



We, who hurt each other so terribly,
Will sit here licking each other's wounds.
We damaged good will each seek the other out in comfort.

If you are to die tomorrow,
I'm fine with my life ending then as well.
But if you want to live for me for one more day,
I'll go on living with you today as well.

And thus begins a tale of kindred bound by their scars.
Soaked in red and written in black, a story of blood.
One of which I'll never speak.
Our very own, precious as it is, story of scars.
And I have no intention of reciting to anyone.