She hated it. The way he would grab her, push her around, treat her like dirt. But special moments like this made all of the awful things he did to her fade. His hand traced her the scars. The only sound that was heard from the room was the movie playing on tv. It was amazing how he could play with her heart like a violin. He played with her like a toy, thing only thing left now was being thrown out just like an old toy. They didn't need they just needed a person to fill the hole in their hearts.
He was destroying her.
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ПоэзияAlexithymia Difficultly expressing one's feelings or emotions through words Somebody wanted to read my quotes/poetry so here you go
