day sixty-two
dear Patrick,
my hands are full of bruises,
and there are burn marks too.
I felt so proud just by looking at it.
when I trace them with my fingers,
it hurts more than a cut.
and it was beautiful.
A.
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Riptide
Teen FictionYou couldn't understand, even if you tried, the reason that she cries at night, the reason she tries to hide. Don't try to come close, she'll just push you away, there's something that you don't know, words she couldn't say. She tries with all her...
