i was on my way home when i saw this kid with a scab on his knee.
then it came to me:
i already forgot how painful it was to be wounded.
how hard i cry when i hurt myself;
how painful it is to treat the wound;
how itchy the wound would be when it is healing;
how awkward the scab would look--
how rough it would feel;
how pink the flesh is when the scab is gone;
how long before i forget that i even got one.
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lalala.hahaha.wala lang.weirdly masaya.
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