Your mother rubbed alcohol on your skinned knees and told you, "It hurts because it's healing". Now, you're older and fall in love with people who are rubbing alcohol and your entire body is skinned knees and your mothers words play on repeat in your mind as you lay in bed alone and count the hours until you are supposed to wake up.
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Author:
apotelesma (Pseudonym) (
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