scars turn dark when it’s cold out
I can’t remember feeling pure
have I met you yet, innocence?
had we gotten to know each other before I’d forgotten you?
I’m not good with faces or birthdays;
reliance or reciprocating
but I can try, right?
they keep getting darker
I feel like it’s telling me something
but god knows what
this is quite amazing, i must say
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