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i work at a 24 hour cafe,
and my shift was at night,

no one came at 3 am,
so i rolled up my sleeves and counted my scars in the silence of the night.

it was wednesday, at 3:12 am, and i was counting my scars waiting for the morning to come,

when i heard the door open, i didn't look up, but I stopped counting my scars.

you sat at the table beside the window, and took out a paper.

i looked up and realized it was a sheet full of stars and you started counting them.

we didn't talk that day, but watching you counting stars was enough for me to stop giving more scars for me to count.

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