Had it not been for the endless poking on my scarred back and the gripping of my wrists of charred skin with its frailness, would I still be able to witness him as he precariously embraced me with his ungodly smile and lured me in?

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LACUNA [A Sentence, A Whole New World]
General Fiction[complete] ʟᴀᴄᴜɴᴀ; ᴀɴ ᴜɴғɪʟʟᴇᴅ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏʀ ɢᴀᴘ. Witness as my heart that froths and dribbles with uncertainty weaves tales and worlds solely with a sentence. Word limit/chap: 50-60 words
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Had it not been for the endless poking on my scarred back and the gripping of my wrists of charred skin with its frailness, would I still be able to witness him as he precariously embraced me with his ungodly smile and lured me in?