Less than Worthless
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Ongoing28m
Last published Mon, Jul 17, 2017
I loved you once.
You always held my hand when I was too scared to cross the street, never a frown to reach your lips. The bloody crimson that stainend the skin you wore always intrigued me. You called me beautiful when I reached to feel the scar that traveled over your pained face. We would watch the birds soar by, speaking of a longing freedom when we were alone, when no one else cared for me but you. You said I was yours, and I was happy. You said you would wait for me.
but you were impatient.
You liar.
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