I have a scar.
It is on my knee. I fell once when I was little and I remember that it hurt. It
hurt pretty bad actually. But somehow the memories are good. I can only
remember the old house in the woods and how my brothers and me used to play
there. Those times were different. I used to always think life really doesn’t
change for oneself but it does. I change all the time.
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