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Why nobody ever fell for me?...

Why did I always fall for those who could never be mine?...

Old scars on my arms became brighter the last few days, though I never even thought of taking the blade again...

Bright and... Visible.

I hide them well under long sleeves whenever I go out, but when alone...

It seems they've got their own will and now try to remind me...

Of what?

I don't know.

Moreover, I don't want to know.

I would take the blade again, I know for sure, when these scars fade...

If something happens again like what had brought them onto my arms, I'll take the blade again, that's for sure...

Sorry.