The Scars We Don't See✓
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    The Scars We Don't See✓

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    And voices we don't hear. Boys cry too. Trigger warning: Depression, self-harm, suicide.

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    Kamil
    
                          
    To be fair, how could she have known I wanted to marry her?
    
                          
    Then again, how could she have thought otherwise?
    
                          
    Once again I was reminded of our passion filled, crazed nights spent in the frenzy of our love. Pulling, scratching, giving and taking with no remorse.
    
                          
    And ultimately, between the lines, somewhere, I'd told her of how I felt.
    
                          
    And yes, I felt she loved me right back. And so I planned to make her my wife. 
    
                          
    I'm sorry Kamil. I'm already promised. I wish things were different.
    
                          
    She had no problem with shattering my heart. 
    
                          
    But then again I wasn't supposed to care.
    
                          
    I was supposed to man up.
    
                          
    We both know things are different with us, K. I'm getting married. I love my fiancé, okay? I just wanted something different with you.
    
                          
    And so I let her use me, and break me. Like there was no tomorrow. In hopes that it would make today a bit brighter.
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