CW: CAOctober 12 Like multiple wounds constantly, desperately scabbing over in hopes of one day healing October 15 I wonder if he ever regretted it… Regretted it after seeing the look on the small child’s face, The look of pleading, Of novel innocence. They told me the three lines under your eyes indicated exhaustion I remember, as a child, seeing the lines come and go Dependent upon my night’s sleep Nowadays I don’t recall the last time I’ve seen myself without them.