Broken
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MatureOngoing2h 22m
Last published Thu, Aug 15, 2019
There are wounds which are not visible on the skin but are deeper than anything else that bleeds. The monsters in her head spoke loud, so did her silence. Behind her fake smile was everything else no one could easily understand. Maybe he raped her sanity too, she laid wondering often.
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