"please..."
i closed my eyes, stopping and covering my ears so i didn't have to hear your voice.
the voice that i'd found comfort in.
the same pained,
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v o i c e
you'd
had
when
i'd first
shown
you
my
scars.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
