To tell, or not to tell.

"I watch them with weary eyes. They are having fun, laughing, smiling. Being themselves. The way I like it. Who am I to bring them down?... The scars faded from my arms a while back, but I am still hurting. The emotions hurt more than the blood. The emotions are hard to deal with, the blood can be wiped away. I cannot control how I feel any more, but, I can control the blade that cuts into me."

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