Here I am...again...I have a lot to say but I don't really feel like dredging it up. On the news today I caught a glimpse of a story. Two young girls went on a bike ride and never came back. They were found stabbed to death. It was enough to move even my stone cold heart. This is why I hate. This is why I choose to never give the world anything of
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I'm glad you are healthy now and I'm also glad that you posted something more personal, like you said you would.
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My scar is from a stupid adventure I had with my brother in my own room! Remember I mentioned silly things I did with him? This was one of them. We pilled a couple of carton boxes and pillows on a crippled chair and then I climbed on top of that to reach a very tall wardrobe. We were trying to retrieve a toy that we had thrown over it but I lost my balance, he couldn't hold me or the pile of stypid objects under me and I fell. I broke the wrist and I hit with my face, the area between my lower lip and chin, on a drawer. I had 6 stiches and months later a plastic surgery that left everything quite the same... ehehe.
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