WhoranFeels
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"Daddy, what's that?" She asked, pointing at my wrist.
"Honey. Those are my battle scars."
"What war were you fighting?"
"A war with my heart."
*I WROTE THIS STORY LIKE FIVE YEARS AGO, AND IT DEFINITELY SHOWS. I AM IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING IT, BUT THAT WILL BE A SLOW PROCESS. IN THE MEANTIME CHECK OUT MY ONE SHOT ENTWINED IN MY BOOK OF ONE SHOTS*
Originally completed: March 2014
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