1168th day and she's still at the same place. Her whole life has been packed up with accusations of impurity and insanity. The tale takes a twist when a hypersexual teenager falls in love for the first time. She's trying to be normal, in a not so no...
For a moment, I thought sorry is what I heard. She said it I know, just not in words. The living room was filled with two empty souls. Staring hopelessly at each other collapsing inside, into a million folds.
She went back to crying, the home was filled with that unfamiliar sound. I went to my room and looked in the mirror, no tears found.
I touched my flawless skin and my silky hair. The boys find my body pretty without the cloth layer. But I wonder what they will find once they see beyond the layers of my skin? Maybe they do see it and maybe that's why they treat me like shit.
Forgive me for being a free whore. Calling myself like that feels like losing a war. Mumma, I am sorry I can't promise this closure. Because I like the taste of this bitter pleasure.
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