Self pity is the least interesting

Two knees to the floor. Scarred, both. Two kinds of falls, and this a third. One bled forever, the childhood one. Off something. The second was adult, and superficial. These scar the worst because they don’t bleed. That was into something, in a way. Carpet burn. 

This is not like that. Two palms together and a head to the bedpost. 

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