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Intro. I never knew how to love. I didn't learn. They didn't teach me. I don't try to understand feelings. They just get in the way. If love exists — which is already debatable — it has your eyes. Your voice. And those damn bandages on your fingers. Always there. As if they reminded me that I hurt what I touch. I don't expect you to stay. Usually people leave when they realize who I am. If you stay… It won't be because I asked. I don't know how to love. And I won't pretend to know.

Rigel, the tearmaker

@Biah Batista