Scar.
Mello

Love is Grand"Matt, why do you keep doing this?!" I was only fourteen. I cried out to my best friend as I held his forearm firmly in my grasp. The striped sleeve of his shirt was pushed it to reveal his newest wounds. Matt had cut himself again. We both hated it here. We both hated the Wammy House. We all had our way to release stress. He prefered video games and hurting himself.Love is Grand
"Let go of me, Mello!" The thirteen year old redhead tried to pull away. He couldn't escape my grasp. He never liked it when I found out. He knew hurting himself hurt me. He hated hurting me. I could see that pain reflecting from behind his stupid goggles. &nbs
look at this!!! its really cool
PS this is your puppy talking
Wassup? o3o
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