It was not in this condition before you played with it.

Remember, i told you IT was already broken, fragile?

And now there are blood stains.

You hope to wash it off and very well may

from your flesh. What the skin sustains is fleeting.

But the soul is much like fabric;

its tapestry comprised of sturdier stock, a memory far less forgiving.

Thus when you go to wash your stains

whether visible to you or not, mines will not come out.

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