she was asked by many why she simply did not leave. but those many could not even begin to fathom the hopelessness she had come to live with.
those many had not even the faintest clue what it felt like to know that someone knew your every move.
those many knew nothing of her lost child.
those many knew nothing.
she was free yet incomplete as he had taken her very essence from her;
for he was a monster.
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What He Was (✓)
Poetryhe was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04...
