~Drunk~

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You came home late last night, like usual, this time more drunk than the other nights. I locked myself in my bedroom when I heard your footsteps walking up the stairs, you busted the door down. You came into the room, grabbed my arm and pulled me to the bathroom. Getting your blade and hurting yourself again, then came my turn. You dragged me out of the bathroom by my shirt and punched me across the face, those are scars I will never forget, unfortunately.

I wanna help, but he won't let me. I wanna leave, but I love him.

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