seventeen | year three

i have a scar that rests quietly on my left knee. it came to be on a cold december seventeenth when i slipped on a patch of ice. my boyfriend failed to catch me and so i tumbled awkwardly onto the ground. my knee still tells the story.

little did i know, it was a sign that i failed to recognize.

never fall for someone who is unable to catch you.


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