The bruises littering my skin-
They vary in size and colour.
They vary in place.
They vary in how painful they are.
Like the bruises you hurt me when I least expect it.
Unlike the bruises you don't give me a short sharp pain.
Your pain is deep.
Your pain is emotional.
Your pain targets the same place over and over.
I should have learned by now.
But I haven't.
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Dark Thoughts
Ficção AdolescenteSome thoughts that tend to come and go. Not necessarily uplifting either. Bits and pieces of the mind- my own mind. A series of short chapters that may or may not connect. Rated MATURE as this story may contain themes that may upset or trigger rea...
