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I wipe the dry blood on your face when you fell asleep .
I loved touching your skin .
It felt heavenly .
But then you woke up .
And your fist met my cheek .
Gave me a purple bruise .
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Agony
Short StoryThe diary where the husband turned to such a monster and the wife slowly dying. #561 in short story on 17.09.16