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,, Why are you sitting here like this ?'', he asked me while he looked at me very closely. Not a sexual close look or a gross one. Just a calm, maybe a bit conserving look. I looked at the ground of the old, dirty street und closed my eyes. I just couldn't take this anymore. I then looked at him again and said :,, Because he is looking for me.''
TW: This story is handles with themes, like mental health issues, toxic relation ships, self harm and violence. If you are being triggered by any of these topics, please do NOT read this story.
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