So strange isn't it?
Reading a woman's journal writing about how she is stuck in a lifeless and unhappy marriage with a homosexual is giving me such comfort that a human being could never. I cuddle her journal every night and put a blanket over it as I sleep. my bed not quite cold anymore with a book by my side.
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
