The bruises are soon to painful to bare. Not the purple bruises on the outside, but the bruises that cover my heart. My father is the devil, but my mother is saint. Why live, he ruins my life, I am a waste of space in the world.
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The bruises are soon to painful to bare. Not the purple bruises on the outside, but the bruises that cover my heart. My father is the devil, but my mother is saint. Why live, he ruins my life, I am a waste of space in the world.
I fall onto the floor. Why do I have to be clumsy? I hear my father wake up. He sits up and sees me. His eyes are drilling into mine. I now know I'm just good as dead...
My father stalks towards me a...