AnnaJane

Scars don't mean anything unless you tell me where you got them from, and where I can get me some. Lost in imperfection, result of medication, they lied about the side effects, all the details in tiny text, made it worse, made it deeper that's your nurse but you can't keep her. Move you on, move you around, sedate you til a cure can be found. Scars fade but it's still inside, and you never told me about what you hide, so I figured it out for myself and sold the NHS my health. r.l.w