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you always cut out paper hearts and then ripped them up. i asked why, once. you said, "to get the anger out." and i could only wonder if you would ever do the same to my heart. -- you liked to scar my wrists with your too-sharp nails. you said you were 'making your mark' on me. but if you could only see the marks you've left on the inside. -- you taught me this: ashes are like people. you can try to keep them, but in the end, the wind always carries them away.