These Three Words I Could Never Say
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Last published Sat, May 12, 2018
I opened my mouth and tried to let out a sound.
The pain returned in full force and I whimpered. Why did it hurt so much?
Then I realized.
I never made any sound.
My hands flew to my throat. I felt cloth. Bandages.
I gasped.
It wasn't a dream.
- a story about a girl trying to survive in a cold unfeeling world, but to do that she has to try to love herself first
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