Dont fucking touch me when I'm sad.
I don't need your pity affection.
You don't love me, you want this sickening, disgusting feeling to go so you won't feel it.
I don't know what's wrong with me, so just leave me the fuck alone.
I don't know what's wrong with me, when I'm sad or angry,
I need her to cradle me in her arms and wipe away my tears.
I need her to hold me and kiss the pain away.
I don't want you to touch me when I am mad or angry.
I just want her to touch me.
I don't want any of my friends.
I want her.
I want the person who caused the pain to brush my hair and feed me soup.
I want her love.
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Short StoryThis "fanfic" is more of a retelling of my previous and current situation with my ex, most of these chapters consist of lesbian misery that have been collecting dust in my notes app that I wanna share This is honestly just a whole lot of lesbian ram...
