𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮: 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻, 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽. 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮.

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸: 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮. 𝓞𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮. 𝓘𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔂𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪𝔂... 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓫𝓲𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽.

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝓷: 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓭. 𝓘𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴.

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷: 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓴. 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷.

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮: 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓮𝔂𝓮. 𝓘𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽. 𝓐𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮.

He was on the bus today, writing down the new scar in his notebook; a star shaped injury on his wrist. He had, at this point, expected and was Unsurprised when a new scar appeared. It was normal now.

The boy sat down in an empty seat once the doors closed. As he waited, he stared at the star on his wrist. This scar confused him. Why would a star shaped scar appear? Why such a precise doodle engraved on his skin?

The train stopped at a station and kept moving. He didn't notice, until he looked at the map, that he had missed his stop. He didn't make a big deal of it. He could just get off on the next one.

But he missed the next one too. He told himself he wouldn't and he still did. He was thinking too much about this scar. He was about to look at the scar again, when he noticed a boy around his age with a limp. He offered the the boy his seat, extending his arm out and displaying the new scar. The stranger hadn't even sat down, when he grabbed the boy’s arm. His sweater sleeve fell down his arms, exposing many, many scars, like his, up and down his arm. He ran his finger along the star shaped scar, showed a scar and showed the boy his own wrist, and stared at him with wide eyes,

"I have that, too"