It's funny how the purest of souls get hurt the most. She has the kindest soul with the best intentions. People just go off and judge her. Mentally, physically and emotionally.
One word.
Two words.
Three words.
They all hurt her. Every single word cut deeper than a knife.
She blinked away her tears everyday. Just to form again at night. Again I say, when she was done crying her voice was scratchy and gone for the most part.
She lied in bed.
She was done crying.
She was done regretting she was born.
She lied in bed.
She lied there quite.
She lied there in a pool in a pool of her own blood.
She lied there breathless.
She lied there lifeless.
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Amê Tristê
RomanceHe taught her how to love but never to stop. "I wish I could give you my pain just for a moment. Not to hurt you, but so you could finally understand how much you hurt me." A story about a broken girl. She could cut you with her broken pieces.
