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I've come to realise how deeply the scars run. Dreams are loaded, dripping with fear, running from hope. There is no hope here but I latch on to it, it's mere shadow, in the hope I will find it again. It's only natural to do such a thing, seek the skin, seek the kiss, bring about the wishes, like pandora's box. I live in fear. It tastes bitter on my tongue and cuts my lips, raw skin floating like stars in my mouth.