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Proof
You asked me for a scar, never if I was okay.
Why does the scar matter?

Because I am "seeking attention?"
Because I want to "pretend to feel this way?"
Because I "want to be that girl?"
I've heard these words too many times...

Even if there wasn't a scar,
the feeling and thought is still true.
The thought is adding a scar,
the scar doesn't have to be physical.

The thought of not wanting to live that I revealed to you,
the thought of hurting myself and feeling worthless enough to make myself bleed.
And you just asked me for a scar.
Proof.
Now you are creating the Proof.

-Belle Rose

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