" Hearts will never be practical unless they are made unbreakable"
The first stain happened when your hand first touched mine.
The second is black pen ink.
The third was an accident, or something you said, i said that hurt each other.
The fourth is a burn or worse.
The fifth is the name of a feeling I made up and then wrote down.
When no one's around, I practice saying the words you'll never hear.
'You are not perfect because you're only perfect for me.'
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