I know this is strange, I do. One thing that I love is bruises. Its not like I enjoy pain, or seeing someone else suffer, but I love them. bruises are like little scars that hurt for a bit and then go away, never to be seen again. Bruises are reminders and proof of the past. They are so real, and so in your face. Bruises can't apologize because there is nothing to be sorry for.
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