My heart stops and I have to check, just one more time. I know it's not him, but I'm terrified either way. I hate it, when they look at me. It's like he's looking at me, watching me... I know he does, because I'm on edge. And I want to run.
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Letter To My Past Self
Non-FictionThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
