But Dear, It Doesn't Always Look Like It May Seem

Let's play assumption game.

Let's assume that this book, this page, is my heart.

Let's assume that you love me. (Assumption, okay? Because I know you won't, so shut up.)

"Gores dengan benda tajam."

Would you ever give it any scratch?

Would you ever let my heart's torn up? Would you ever let it bleed? Would you ever do the command?

The worst; would you ever notice?

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This is one of the pages of the book titled "Wreck This Journal". It was a birthday present. A dear friend gave it to me last year. And I loved this part. I loved this page. I even scratched the page by myself. While I was scratching the page, you know what, I thought about my heart too as well. I wondered if my heart would ever end up like this page; scratched and tore up.

And I just found the answer within these last 3 days; it would.

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Spoiler: my heart is being scratched too. Somebody has scratched it.

Guess who;

it's probably you.

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Surprise much? Relax, calm your tits. It's period.

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PS: Looks like my masochist side is showing up again. Because I love the way you scratch my heart like nobody does. I love the way you scratch my heart by the way you notice, and by the way you pay me such little attention.

Thank you, and fuck you.

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