what if you left a scar on my face for me to remember you by. what if it was so clean cut, straight, simple, that there was no question that it came from a scalpel in a steady hand. what if I had to lie to everyone about it for the rest of my life and say something that’ll make them all think im stupid and insane like “yeah, I did it to myself” all because I could never bring myself to tell on you














