Some days I wonder
if my heart will ever be quite whole
again, or if the wounds
were a little too deep,
a few too many.
And when someone else looks
at me, do they see me oozing melancholy
or scarred but healed
or still unmarred by the world?
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Prompt: lacerations
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you need to put your username spaced out in the an. ex: f i n g e r t i p s .
when you've fixed that, reply & i'll give you your prompt. :] -
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done. sorry, didn't know it needed to be done to reserve! :-)
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it's okay. :]
your prompt is: lacerations
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