Broken Souls {H. S}

Broken Souls {H. S}

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Depression Anxiety Sadness Friendship Love Lust Trust Happiness Forever Betrayal Lies Drugs New beginnings The thruth The pain The reason The fights The mess The fucked up mess they are. "Are my feelings a joke for you huh cause if it is you have no fucking idea, how much it fucking hurts." And all she could do was stare at his eyes cause she knew it was true. "You said you loved me and I did too the only difference was I didn't lie to you." All those words coming out of his mouth. Cause all the thruth she kept in her heart was now revealed. "My hearts already a fucking mess it's broken so go on tell me you never love me. Twist the fucking knife." He screamed but this time he was wrong. "I love you." was all she could whisper. {CURRENTLY ON HOLD..}
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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