You wake up one uneventful morning and they're already stamped into your life, like an unknown bruise. You don't know where they came from, and even though they're as close to you as a second skin, you forget all about them underneath all your clothes and security. You only remember them when you're in most vulnerable state: your nakedness. It's when you realize, "Oh, there's that bruise. Wonder where it came from." And you think about them for a moment or two before donning your clothes again, forgetting them once more.
And then you wake up one morning, several days later, and you suddenly realize the bruise isn't there anymore. It couldn't possibly have gone overnight, it's a process that takes time. But you only realize its absence, not its gradual fading.
Just as suddenly as they appeared, they're now gone, those beautiful bruises.
And then you wake up one morning, several days later, and you suddenly realize the bruise isn't there anymore. It couldn't possibly have gone overnight, it's a process that takes time. But you only realize its absence, not its gradual fading.
Just as suddenly as they appeared, they're now gone, those beautiful bruises.
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