you'd leave your marks on me whenever you wished. branding, marking, showcasing me as your gift. all those marks, a paradox of your love. in the end, love was none and all the hickeys remained, nothing but reminders of hurt.
you know why i lived no more?
the predator had been you. it
had always been you. breaking
me and putting all the pieces
back together. again and again
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Short Story[ COMPLETED ] what is the first thing that a human does after being born? cry. it feels like for the past five years, that's all i've been doing.
