I showed you my scars, you didn't avoid me. You didn't say a single thing, you didn't made me feel disgusted of myself. Instead, I felt hope. I saw the light.
As you gently traced those lines with your soft fingers, I felt some tingling sensation in my skin and my stomach. should I tell you about the butterflies too?
In time.
YOU ARE READING
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Teen Fiction[tw: suicide/self-harm on chap 19] You just want to feel loved. To feel important. To leave a mark in this too messed up world. To feel pretty, even just for a second. But when no one loves you back, this might be the end of struggling. :spiritual::...
