Pulling down her long sleeves to cover all the memories that scars leave…
i remember reading this and wished this would happen. not because i want someone i like to self harm but so i could have someone to talk to. so is searched up some of the words from it and it came up. i had to post it. so others could see this poem.
Sunday Comic: Brushes with Death
An encounter with a five-pound burrito and other close calls.