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He stirred lazily from a deep and tranquil slumber. Stretching out with a heavy yawn he became aware of the small form curled warmly around him. They were naked, wrapped comfortably in each other's arms. Her head rested upon his chest as she held him in slumber, and it was here he noticed her milky soft flesh bore countless scars of abuse.
He saw terrible scars on her wrists and neck, painfully deep; as she had sought an end by her own hand. Remembered his own scars, burning with the origin of his misery and longed for what he could never obtain. How deep indeed: The scars of troubled pasted and ancient feuds.
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